light in window opposite unmade yellow and blue bed
golden-crowned sparrow calling on black pine branch
“graphic” something lined in the form of saying, it
more than thought tangent to it, this what, between
not to be too literal about it, picture of littoral
drift out there this morning (“between longitudes”)
blinding white circle of sun over shoulder of ridge
shadowed white line of wave breaking across channel
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