light coming into clouds above
black plane of ridge
first birds chirping on pine
branches in foreground
mouth mute, eye form from feeling
which guides hand
returns years later, when it comes
again, flattened
man who lets the paint develop
itself seeing how it
feels as surface builds into space
of the structure
pale orange lines of clouds above
shoulder of ridge
shadowed white waves breaking into
mouth of channel
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