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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