Thursday, November 17, 2016


cloudless blue white sky above still shadowed ridge

waning whiteness of moon in branches across from it

back in its own concealed there first, “decline” of

calm, for instance, along a more or less continuous

as if you had come “home” again, as strange as that

is to say, since there isn’t anything like that now

blinding whiteness of sun against shoulder of ridge

shadowed white line of wave breaking across channel

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