light coming into blue whiteness
of sky above ridge
white half moon next to pine
branches in foreground
place waiting in front of body, appearance
of which
hand, the edge of volume, describes
the rotation of
my grandmother arrived here as a
picture bride when
ever a plane flew over I expected
it to drop a bomb
cloudless light blue sky above
still shadowed ridge
wingspan of jet next to half moon
to the left of it
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