HILLS
He likes to ride his bike up hills.
He’s lived sixty-six years
and seen a thousand hills,
thinking each one was chosen
for him, a useful hill
that has “
He’s seen hills
that helped his life leap up,
hills that held him
on their shoulders,
hills that left him
as liberated as the air.
He knows how to be happy
with hills.
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