Sunday, November 18, 2012
11.18
light coming into sky above still black
ridge, planet next to black pine branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
because that is for someone,
which would once more
be present, would follow it,
is the only one which
grey white fog against invisible ridge,
line of pelicans flapping toward point
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment