light in window opposite unmade
yellow and blue bed
red-shouldered hawk calling on branch
in foreground
seems to want it that way unlike
others, his letter
that once again, possible only
object, against some
man asking about transition into
the still possible
transformation of history which is
called the event
grey whiteness of fog against top
of shadowed ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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