On the Hill
(after The Beatles)
Alone
Silently
Speaking to the sky
As the earth bends
Under his folded feet
Still of breath
Where others seek
Never hearing
The sun's collapse
Behind his closed eyes
No one near
Pausing at his thought
Ancient lines
Appear broken
By a sheepish smile
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