Friday, December 16, 2016


light coming into blue whiteness of sky above ridge

waning white circle of moon by branch in foreground

that here is present each time there, say each that

would become, days filled with those days, division

grey and blowing here today, about 60 degrees, girl

was picking up snails and feeding them to the ducks

line of grey cloud above shadowed shoulder of ridge

waning whiteness of moon above point across from it

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