cloudless blue white sky above still
shadowed ridge
white circle of moon behind branches
across from it
thinking about this fact, after we
have been saying
together, way of thinking it, that
which it is here
amid the landscape the sudden dab
of human witness,
saying “of course” as the poem
returns to the shore
yellow red orange of sky above still
shadowed ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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