Audio of Hills, Hills
you yellowgreen
hills roll seductively
in the early morning
light
you appear
in folds of earthflesh
and undulate
in the early afternoon
like buttocks
in olivedrab
army pants fatigued
at sundown
I want to wander
through your crevices
at the crack of dawn you
acid lemonlime/kiwifruit
regurgitated grass
lamb belly hills
damn you for making
me remember my
military lover
you blanc
you Sauvignon
hills
Note: I wrote “Hills, Hills” recently with Shenandoah in mind as I didn’t have anything quintessentially New Zealandish. I wanted to capture a particular color spectrum of green/yellow that occurs here in our harsh antipodean light. The “military lover” intruded and sprang from the idea of army fatigue-clad buttocks and wouldn’t go away. Because of this, I jammed all those color words together near the end, by “happy accident” or otherwise. The style of pared down, unpunctuated poetry is a departure for me and one that I am happy with. So thanks, Shenandoah!
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