light grey white fog in window
against top of ridge
unseen towhee calling from
shadowed branch below it
not seen from, ones “see” and have
seen as such can
place of picture, against ear
then, moving other as
father listening to NY Philharmonic on radio Sunday
afternoons, “little by little music seeped into me
grey line of fog against shadowed shoulder of ridge
white lines of waves in mouth of motionless channel
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