Monday, July 17, 2017


light coming into blue whiteness of sky above ridge

white half moon next to pine branches in foreground

place waiting in front of body, appearance of which

hand, the edge of volume, describes the rotation of

my grandmother arrived here as a picture bride when

ever a plane flew over I expected it to drop a bomb

cloudless light blue sky above still shadowed ridge

wingspan of jet next to half moon to the left of it

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