pink edges of grey cloud above
black plane of ridge
sound of jet passing over pine
branch in foreground
positions of bodies which speak,
space of reference
in moving system, becomes
amplitude of waves, these
give me my scallop shell of quite
my staff of faith
to help me along the road to
Santiago de Compostela
red yellow orange of clouds above
shoulder of ridge
shadowed white line of wave
breaking across channel
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