Thursday, October 3, 2013


light coming into sky above still black
plane of ridge, red-tailed hawk calling
in foreground, wave sounding in channel

      two I have sent to you, pen
      and ink on wove paper

      at the same time thought of,
      has now been, be here

lines of clouds above shoulder of ridge,
cormorants flapping across toward point

No comments:

Post a Comment