Friday, November 11, 2016


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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