Sunday, February 4, 2018


pale red orange of cloud above still shadowed ridge

motionless black branches above fence in foreground

that nothing could happen to it, since without them

so close, evident “hand,” opens doors with “object”

woman in brown shawl feeling pushed out of her body

speaks of girl splitting wood with a six pound maul

yellow orange of sun rising above shoulder of ridge

line of swell moving across toward mouth of channel

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