Sojourner

The fettered hill.
The skull.
Old stone, among nettles fallen, near.
Her light brown hair.
The brief bales.
The bared hills, the load-bearing hills, the hills of Lammermuir.
Her coming headlong here.











From Poetry Magazine, Vol. 187, no. 1, October 2005. Used with permission.
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