Somewhere a hill . . .

I haven’t seen the hills for far too long, but I saw the sun-slant down the blanched grass on the hills today. Here are the hills in weather.

Tonight I found this draft in an old journal: The hills, estranged from me awhile, have striae from my birth, and almost verbal lenity for my exile from the earth.

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