Aaron W. Hillman
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The green, green grass;
I see it, mile after mile,
glistening in the sun,
waving in the gentle breeze,
peacefully intent on growing,
giving pleasure with no intent.
I walk through it,
and the grass springs erect
behind me; lying in its shadows,
I am blanketed by the sky above.

The brown, brown sand;
stretching from horizon to horizon,
rippling in the winds,
flowing over the tops of dunes,
filling the dry air with motes.
I lie in it in the heat of the day

and the cold fire of the night.
There is water hidden here.
The camel knows where to find it.
Solitude and sustenance are mine.


Aaron W. Hillman lives in Fresno, California.