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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