Thursday, July 28, 2016


still grey whiteness of fog against ridge in window

unseen towhee calling from branch in field below it

what passage from present had, which has brought it

blue, opposite descending into, takes in sound when

one living inside increasingly abstract Stein texts

which leaves one in a strange non-territory of mind

grey whiteness of fog against still invisible ridge

shadowed grey lines of swells moving toward channel

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