Wednesday, September 7, 2016


grey whiteness of fog again against invisible ridge

unseen blue jay screeching on branch across from it

for that is and therefore can be thought, so far as

farthest from that, shall be any of, that is to say

listening, thinking with no idea where it will take

me, happy to have no clear sense of where I’m going

grey whiteness of fog still against invisible ridge

line of pelicans gliding to the left toward channel

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