there i was

on the way to you, while the prairie
hawk circled, circled, and the canola
grew thick, heavy, along the great highway no. 1

and the wheat that year was blond, blond as you
and that prairie sky, my God, that prairie sky
pierced blue and blue and blue

there I was
on my way to you
on my way to you.

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