Sunday, July 26, 2009

7.26


grey whiteness of fog against invisible

ridge, song sparrow calling from branch

in foreground, sound of wave in channel

 

      word, comes to mean that

      space and time given

 

      “semblance,” distinction,

      something of “being”

 

first silver of sun rising over ridge,

sunlit triangular peak across from it

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