"In Those Hills."
In those hills where I grew, time
passed like the plants, acorn and castor bean.
By a tree I found the deer that hunters left,
a flower advance in the bullet hole and a root held its leap.
There sunlight came down a road and green nature reddened
at the tip.
Yucca struck at the wind, turned dull and rusted in the fall.
Lizards rose like steam upon the rocks,
and snakes took off their clothes.
Nothing's happened.
The years go on under the grass.