Saturday, June 1, 2013

6.1



light coming into sky above still black
ridge, waning white moon next to branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

      a certain way in which that
      can be, in looking at

      “air,” there at times, what
      the eye perceiving it

first silver of sun above top of ridge,
cormorant flapping across toward point


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