This HillThis hill, I stand on the green of an outskirt portal
Facing up and out
The atmosphere lifts me into the clouds
Brought back down to the inbound skyline.
The base of the hill inscribes a fence, chain
Linked with a fresh black
Beyond its boundaries-the industrial on its slow march to the city.
This hill, a natural break
From the bustle
Of the central market.
These neighborhood homes, from the front
Beyond the backyard fence
Before I dive down…
Into the city…
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]
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