you cannot listen to me       i live next to a hill

i sound far off and underwater - like

you see my word i watch your eye       that is what we do

(too impatient to eat i wash dishes before a meal) so

do not listen to a woman who lives next to a hill where lilting birds and focused thorns spill over a wall to feed and the bright frost oozes from the veld before dawn

moon is the deep opal drop      it hangs ahead of the dark       the sun above the hill next to which i live swallows then spits it out

reborn beside the hill

seasofme 22.07.20