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Sport 31: Spring 2003
Hills
page 229
Hills
Who put the el
in the word, world,
changing things forever?
It must have been later:
not in the beginning.
An old woman perhaps
—in the days before writing
when words dwelt in the body—
resting her tongue a little sooner than usual,
by chance and lovingly, on the roof
of her mouth before sounding the d
that is always ending the word word.
The roof of the world appeared.
All along the horizon. Layers
and layers of hills, lovely
and potentially touchable.