HILLS AND HILLS
The hills
remind me
of you
Not because
they curve soft and warm
lovely and firm
under the Greek sun
Or flow
towards the horizon
in slow limpid waves
falling away mysteriously
at the edge of the sea
So that I can only surmise
their being there
beyond my gaze
and stare into the greyness
But because
a long time ago
you stared at them
as I am staring now
-Irving Layton
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