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  Intimations Of Prairie In Dallas

Beneath my sleek suburban yard
The black soil cracks in dry years.

The vacant lot behind the mall erupts
In bunchgrass clumps and bindweed.

In Spring I look for line storms;
Autumn jumps from hot to snow.

Sketchy skeins of ducks and geese
Honk south across the rooftops in November.

And somewhere in my city mind
I smile to know

That if I drove the highway fifty miles

I'd need to swerve for meadowlarks.
  John I. Blair
  Copyright © 2006 John I. Blair
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