Wednesday, August 31, 2016


cloudless blue white sky above black plane of ridge

crows calling from black pine branch across from it

repetition, whether sight that came from demand for

perhaps one sees another, relation to, may speak of

really quite remarkable that a person of my age not

far from “crossing the bar” can be as happy as I am

red line of clouds above shadowed shoulder of ridge

line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point

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