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Donald Hall |
 (1975)
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The Town Of Hill |
Back of the dam, under a flat pad
of water, church bells ring
in the ears of lilies, a childīs swing
curls in the current of a yard, horned
pout sleep in a green
mailbox, and a boy walks
from a screened porch beneath
the man-shaped leaves of an oak
down the street looking at the town
of Hill that water covered forty
years ago, and the screen
door shuts under dream water. |
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