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Over the Hill

by Jon Miller

I will fade to somewhere just beyond your inkling
to the house below the shore road
where leaning on fences is all the philosophy a man needs.

Leave laces untied. Learn an instrument.
Or not. Gather reflections in a sea bucket
and hold a rope for the worst fisherman in the west.

I will raise a slow finger in passing places,
restore dormice and stunned bees to life
as a murmuration dizzies the tree line.

Cup a warm egg, sip tea with the postman
while the sleeping hound twitches in the hall.
I will leave my door open for deer to enter.

The wheel has been off the truck for three weeks
and I have not finished a single book.

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