light grey rain cloud against
still invisible ridge
shadowed sparrow landing on post
in left foreground
subtract at a later date, as fact
of simply stating
something, becomes object again,
before having been
man on death bed asking if his
book could save some
“poor soul, let it be made public,
if not, burn it”
pink edge of grey rain cloud
against plane of ridge
shadowed white wave breaking to the left of channel