grey whiteness of clouds above
black plane of ridge
red-shouldered hawk calling on
branch in foreground
a few days later graphite on
paper, view from field
those sides, places which kind of
things, seen from
woman speaking of things that had
never been spoken
whose father’s hearing aid ended
up under the piano
orange line of sky in cloud above
shoulder of ridge
shadowed white wave in otherwise
motionless channel
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