cloudless blue sky above still
black plane of ridge
waning whiteness of moon below
branch in foreground
may have neglected to add in haste,
on the one hand
against it, turned toward it,
somewhere thinking of
woman in brown shawl who can’t
read man’s illegible
hand writing something about talk
the other morning
yellow red orange of sky above still
shadowed ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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