Monday, April 24, 2017


light coming into clouds above black plane of ridge

sound of bird chirping on rose branch in foreground

who often gave thought to present, even those shown

among those, things there turning into, function of

Bottom calling out “the woosel cock so black of hue

with orange tawny bill, the throstle with his note”

grey whiteness of clouds above still shadowed ridge

white line of wave breaking across mouth of channel

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