light coming into fog against top
of shadowed ridge
motion of green bamboo leaves next
to redwood fence
first could say as much as exactly
the way we think
almost narrative structure right
hand edge of light
think of poem read on page same
poem read aloud how
can two such different shapes of
things be the same
grey white fog against still invisible
top of ridge
white line of wave breaking on
sand next to channel
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