For Susan B. Anthony

 

Petticoats fluttered, I suppose

on those endless rides across the prairie.

Your heart may have fluttered, too,

as you braced to speak out.

So much of that ride was uphill

through cold landscapes.

Still, the landscape softened;

hills flattened; fences dropped.

Your travels and speeches

left a permanent trail.

We follow your path today —

speaking out with fluttering hearts

on every uphill ride.