Bas Relief 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 ________________________________________________________________________ |