Wednesday, September 28, 2016


light coming into fog against still invisible ridge

sound of jet passing over pine branch in foreground

surrounds it emerges, not for the fact that absence

that, in such practice as effect, not thought sense

reading Stein transcript, I think more and more not

of sentences and words but of letters and syllables

grey whiteness of fog still against invisible ridge

diagonal white line of wave breaking across channel

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