Friday, November 29, 2013


light coming into sky above still black
ridge, upturned curve of moon by branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

      marks from “here” to “there”
      think things, as such

      in relation, was what could
      happen, caught my eye

grey line of cloud above shadowed ridge,
gull flapping to the right toward point

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