first light coming into fog
against invisible ridge
motionless black branches above
fence in foreground
say too when he said “you know,”
came very close to
recalls coincidence, left turn,
for that matter was
wind blowing down the mountain
breaks a pine branch
girl noticing white-haired man
standing there sober
grey whiteness of fog against top
of shadowed ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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