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Past the horizon past miles
of August beyond
the back gate Like Columbus
we worried about falling off
steep red cliffs into the angry
South Saskatchewan River flowing
down to Medicine Hat past
cattle corn wheat a market mix
in our playground beyond
the back gate A tall leap
over tangles of sun
burnt grass concealing
gophers who scurry down
holes dug to catch
our ankles Rattlers shaking
their angry reptile fists slithered
away before we uncoiled
Our runners always found that squish
that stained beyond Javex
hope beyond the back gate
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