light in window opposite unmade
yellow and blue bed
quail clucking on cypress trunk in
right foreground
thinking of light for the last
time, pronouncing it
people are out and about, would be
something, again
what if woman with blue eyes in dream
was the image
of the person speaking about
feeling full moon pull
grey whiteness of fog against top
of shadowed ridge
dozens of pelicans lifting off
from tip of sandspit
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