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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