When I saw the figure on the crown of the hill,
against a sky so saturated with the late-
that granules of it seemed to have come out
of crystals hanging in the brightened air,
must be experiencing some heightened state
thoughtlessly enraptured by the view.
of Jesus or a saint, placed there to bestow
Only after a good five minutes did I see
some kind of cypress, probably, or cedar.
Not only had I made the tree a person,
which seemed to linger in the light-charged air
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