Sunday, September 18, 2016


light coming into blue whiteness of fog above ridge

white circle of moon beside branches across from it

in advance of it, through and through and this with

that in practice becomes, thought, one visual place

man who would give anything to go on a trip to surf

big waves admitting “I’d be over the moon for that”

grey whiteness of fog against still invisible ridge

moon setting in cloudless pale blue sky above point

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