Homestead, Sure

        But then there’s the beauty of the rodeo:    the buck and nod,            that arch and stretch        against gravity.    A bronco’s no square peg,and neither am I.        Pegs or no, we both flex                our more resistant muscles—        strong-legged, strong-willed.To learn might    is the ticket.The power of my unrelenting?                When I expose                    exactly        how pure, how—            if stubborn enough—                entire I can be—