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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