light coming into fog against
still invisible ridge
unseen towhee calling from field
in left foreground
shines up or down, places ones who
come from places
between the line of green grass,
under it, becoming
afternoon shadows of bamboo leaves
moving on sunlit
redwood fence lavender beside
green glass back door
grey whiteness of fog against still
invisible ridge
line of pelicans flapping to the
right toward point
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