Wednesday, June 28, 2017


grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge

red-shouldered hawk calling on branch in foreground

what we remember is left, more than the work itself

part gesture, seems to be thinking, one-dimensional

memory acting nearly like colors heightening senses

letting me feel as flowers do arranged on a counter

light grey fog against still invisible top of ridge

white wingspan of egret flapping toward the channel

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