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.