I keep dreaming of hills
Big hills.

They rise out of flat land,
a tower of road I have to climb.

The call beyond the crest changes.
At times, it isn't even known -
just some phantom draw
pulling me on and upward.

I always fear the car will fall off of the hill 
or slide down it and crash.
The fear is more real than the hill.

When I wake up,
 it stays with me,
another kind of phantom draw.

But this one keeps me from
walking outside
making a call
stopping for gas when she is at work.

Maybe I dream of big hills
because the real ones are so small.

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