If we see better through tiny, 
grim glasses, we like to wear 
tiny, grim glasses. 
Our parents willed us this 
view. It's tundra? We love it. 

We travel our kind of 
Renaissance: barnfuls of hay, 
whole voyages of corn, and 
a book that flickers its 
halo in the parlor. 

Poverty plus confidence equals 
pioneers. We never doubted.