You think it's a hillside though from habit
these leaves still swim in weeds kept wet
from some billions year old meeting place
 
where whales were bottom feeders
long before half the sea became a sky
still miles deep with determined crabs
 
now gathering as geese and butterflies
and the longing for a shore :this graveyard
goes back even further to when a fence
 
was sacred, guarded by the gate kept closed
let you dead bury each other
be fed in shells and distances.