Poem
February 4, 2008
Judy Little

Homes tent on prairies, grown wheat brims all horizon
wide as light. Wind seeding the sunshine, all homes turn homeless, friends track the wind west, become stories of
themselves, mostly beginnings forever, the liveliest
never at home in old words or new, overturning
all edges, and claiming they never met a good
storys end, God himself new, tenting among us
in sunshine and desert, a nomad, a foreigner.

Judy Little, recently retired from the English Department at Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, has published Comedy and the Woman Writer (University of Nebraska Press, 1983), and poetry in Prairie Schooner and elsewhere.

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