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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