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| "Tuscan Hillside", oil, by Karen WInters |
Watching the hillside
across from his house
always helps him –
not that he needs help
on this planet
that prepares things
so thoroughly for him.
The hillside always holds
its things in their suitable places –
its leftover leaves, trees,
sticks sprawled
in perfect positions.
It helps him,
as he sits by the window
feeling his breath bringing life
into his lungs so loyally,
to look at the hillside
in its unceasing and modest
flawlessness.
