Friday, November 6, 2009

11.6


grey whiteness of cloud against invisible

ridge, red-tailed hawk calling on branch

in foreground, sound of wave in channel

 

      what this moment is called,

      or believe we see it

 

      exist, to be able to think,

      speak here in detail

 

white cloud in pale blue sky on horizon,

shadowed canyon of ridge across from it 

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