(Menglers hill) You’ll take this place away! This view is portable. You ’ll find yourself unpacking it a year from now and half a continent between. Your mind will catalogue a day invaded by wild irises and sparaxis grown loud in churchyards. Mengler’s hill will be with you when next October happens east of here. The patchwork patterns fence-stitched on the valley ﬂoor will fill the space between your eyelids and your eyes. ***** (Hilde ’s kitchen) Remember yesterday? You saw this hillside through the light that tamarisks filtered in between the starch in curtains. Light improved by strudel, kuchen and the smoke-blown Metters scent of stove enamel — sharp, clean, wood-warmed smells. A light that ran through German blessings on the wall and spilled across that day you took away a hill, packed shadow-patches cast by tamarisks and brought sparaxis and stone-walled churchyards home.