light coming into blue whiteness of sky above ridge
waning white circle of moon by
branch in foreground
that here is present each time
there, say each that
would become, days filled with
those days, division
grey and blowing here today, about
60 degrees, girl
was picking up snails and feeding
them to the ducks
line of grey cloud above shadowed
shoulder of ridge
waning whiteness of moon above point across from it
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