light coming into clouds above
black plane of ridge
red-shouldered hawk calling on
branch in foreground
sound of one who reminded him of,
seems so relevant
to the surface of, called such,
which is everywhere
man who keeps hearing echo of
English Romantic line
probably reading Richard Holmes
Shelley The Pursuit
bright red lines of clouds beside shoulder
of ridge
shadowed line of swell approaching
mouth of channel
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