she lived in the lap of mountains
to be reminded of things larger
he lived by rivers
in solidarity to fish
she lived in cloudtops
to get the point
he lived in gardens
to grow deeper
he loved the plains
endless as prose
she loved her village
pie shops/sausage rolls
he wrapped in country
silence and distances
surrounded by trees
just to listen
we sit in cities
camp on the fringe
central habitation
we live with/as we
have always been
his story
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