sunlit whiteness of cloud above shadowed
green ridge, quail walking across bricks
in foreground, waves sounding in channel
vanish if is so chosen, can
line be in such a way
in time, physical, relative
to this impossibility
grey white clouds to the left of point,
shadowed canyon of ridge above channel
Lovely write, wrapped up so beautifully!
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Marinela
Short Poems
or rather, it rapt me up. . .
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