light grey whiteness of fog
against invisible ridge
baby blue jay perched on feeder in
right foreground
nine revealed in that one who, insisting
on leaving
is still, come from where there
is, more than which
sometimes remembering what to
think about you still
get away with recalling
Wittgenstein more than some
grey whiteness of fog still
against invisible ridge
shadowed white line of wave
breaking across channel
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