They’re not far off, really,

            The hills

            From my window

            As I fret and loiter

            I always seem to see the two of us

            Moving along the underbrush

            And from my bed through the

            Upper half of the pane

            The ridge is visible

            Even at night 

            Against the thin rim of sky,

            Especially at night, 

            Dark on dark

            It would be so much easier 

            To turn ourselves in,

            You with your blinkers,

            Me with my disguise

            But for the bas relief

            We here,

            We momentary make