Wednesday, August 9, 2017


light grey whiteness of fog against invisible ridge

motionless black branches above fence in foreground

letting appear everything in place, is present here

that has been shaping it, into blurred line, detail

words in the slowed down time it takes to type them

as if perceptions of things and world were the same

grey whiteness of fog still against invisible ridge

line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point


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