horizontal line of yellow orange
clouds above ridge
motionless black branches above
fence in foreground
morning which will be it, if we
wish to consider it
object when I think about “not,”
see “habit,” which
woman on Wharf Road ramp when sun
rises into yellow
orange of clouds asking “Where’s
Maxfield Parrish?”
yellow red orange of clouds above shoulder
of ridge
diagonal white line of wave breaking across channel
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