cloudless blue white sky above
black plane of ridge
sound of blue jay calling from
branch in foreground
in this case touch, would be such
a sheltered place
turned into orbit, toward visible
sphere, describes
place stays place giving to word
the force of being
that world as in Pollack I am in
my painting or not
cloudless blue white sky above still
shadowed ridge
lines of gulls flapping to the
right toward horizon
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