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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