Document No. 3

At one time we lived at the

top of a very steep hill

and this is what we called it


at the bottom of that very steep

hill was a creek and it

rushed and there were tangles

of grapevine and things.

The hill sunk and rose small in places.

The hill had names

we gave it like mountains and

the open air



And this is how we saved it.

That despite the threats to the archive

(overcapacity, fire)

and how mother swore to deer and

hawks and owls the unkempt

perimeters that father

said, look this is how you know where it ends

we incised it but slowly



where the creek headed, said,

there was once a mock-orange here,

the miscellaneous bamboo.