pale red orange of cloud above
still shadowed ridge
motionless black branches above
fence in foreground
that nothing could happen to it,
since without them
so close, evident “hand,” opens
doors with “object”
woman in brown shawl feeling
pushed out of her body
speaks of girl splitting wood with
a six pound maul
yellow orange of sun rising above shoulder
of ridge
line of swell moving across toward
mouth of channel
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