Wednesday, January 4, 2017


first grey light in clouds above blackness of ridge

sound of jet passing to the right above pine branch

that year from or between number of, record keeping

in which object announces itself, can be it, before

“I don’t know what in the world you can make out of

this but it’s there, ‘for the record,’ as they say”

grey rain cloud above still black shoulder of ridge

shadowed white line of wave breaking across channel


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