Tuesday, February 28, 2017


cloudless blue white sky above black plane of ridge

white line of jet trail by pine branch beside fence

pen and ink on wove paper sketch, sense of contrary

over here, itself nothing but for which, in thought

whereto and wherein and long since known or in fact

in the end if knowing means to have caught sight of

cloudless blue white sky above still shadowed ridge

wingspan of gull gliding to the left toward channel

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