Sunday, April 9, 2017


light coming into blue whiteness of sky above ridge

birds chirping on branches in lower left foreground

close to those in spirit, “know how much I thought”

no need of numbers, think of man who as yet, can go

I made up my mind that the people were the story in

“to feel the agony of the corpses pressing forward”

pale orange of sky above shadowed shoulder of ridge

white line of wave breaking across mouth of channel

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