8.11

light grey whiteness of fog against invisible ridge

sound of crow calling on branch in right foreground

up the stairs in front of door, room in half shadow

body in view, fixed point of vision, ambient corner

looking at the same thing that isn’t the same thing

always finding something new in what seems familiar

grey whiteness of fog against still invisible ridge

line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point

8.10

light in window opposite unmade yellow and blue bed

line of black pine branch above fence in foreground

there the subject itself, events in such a way that

depends on relation, form of this first, and second

restraint from the ground up remembers these events

encounters others in different ways belonging to it

grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge

shadowed white line of wave breaking across channel

8.9

light grey whiteness of fog against invisible ridge

motionless black branches above fence in foreground

letting appear everything in place, is present here

that has been shaping it, into blurred line, detail

words in the slowed down time it takes to type them

as if perceptions of things and world were the same

grey whiteness of fog still against invisible ridge

line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point

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8.8

light in window opposite unmade yellow and blue bed

first bird chirping from branch in right foreground

nothing in common with it is present, not before me

reels before it, opposite phenomenon, part of color

recalling the common word without vulgarity now has

so many children can’t go drink a gallon of roundup

grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge

white line of wave breaking across mouth of channel

8.7

grey whiteness of clouds above still shadowed ridge

blue jay walking across redwood fence in foreground

daughter years later only briefly alluded to, entry

only more than itself is, more means at times, that

baby sitting on platform with a rattle in left hand

and a tambourine between legs has that rhythm going

grey whiteness of clouds above still shadowed ridge

shadowed wingspan of vulture gliding toward horizon

8.6

dream in unmade yellow and blue bed opposite window

Barbara Guest in tears not wanting to talk about it

example of finding again, wrong one soon afterwards

on which some appear from it, both more than, known

someone who may not have had the fullness of memory

how could one begin to follow threads of connection

grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge

white line of wave breaking across mouth of channel

8.5

grey whiteness of fog again against invisible ridge

motionless black branches above fence in foreground

events which appear to be “earlier,” can be further

since, further it follows that in places, system of

linking this with this and that with that documents

partial testament to what one brought to that place

grey whiteness of fog still against invisible ridge

shadowed white line of wave breaking across channel