Tuesday, September 27, 2016


light coming into sky above shadowed plane of ridge

waning white moon beside pine branch across from it

instant they are together in, would be what happens

in your eyes, five senses could be, not color alone

woman in a blue green shirt and grey jacket sitting

at end of table noting “I don’t think you trust me”

yellow orange sky beside shadowed shoulder of ridge

line of pelicans gliding to the left toward channel

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