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My home is impermanent,
always drifting and unsettled
in the wild sheets of prairie
that unfold before me.
The vibrant yesterdays
and fresh woodlands of my youth
come back to me in whispers,
breaking the barriers of distance
and time until there is nothing
but vast clear sky above.
The same sky
that blankets these unbroken plains
tumbles over Bohemia,
For a moment I am home
and I see his eyes-
my father’s eyes-
serene and sparkling
among the elders.

4 May 07

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