first light coming into sky above
still black ridge
windblown branch above shadowed
fence in foreground
soonest when at hand, now in the
sense of concealed
even calm includes it, is that
too, sees sky stormy
notes chrome yellow sky almost as
bright as the sun
again asks question about
immersing oneself in real
grey white rain cloud above black
shoulder of ridge
swell line moving across mouth of
windblown channel
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