man waking from dream in unmade
yellow and blue bed
something about Chana Bloch still
alive and smiling
where thought is whenever “nothing
itself,” “lived”
whatever, wanted to paint after,
and in its way all
how can the span of the years and
all that occurred
in them begin to be told as a
story of a life lived
blue whiteness of sky above
shadowed plane of ridge
line of pelicans flapping to the
right toward point
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