cloudless blue white sky above
black plane of ridge
white line of jet trail by pine
branch beside fence
pen and ink on wove paper sketch, sense of contrary
over here, itself nothing but for
which, in thought
whereto and wherein and long since
known or in fact
in the end if knowing means to
have caught sight of
cloudless blue white sky above
still shadowed ridge
wingspan of gull gliding to the
left toward channel
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