4-19-77 Opposite Hill Site
The sticks on the hill
were brushed when they were wet,
Lay with a pattered smoothness,
The bushes 'round which they swept
Bulged their greenly leaves,
Stony stairs on an uphill way
creased a toe of the world.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2014
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