Wednesday, November 2, 2016


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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