light coming into fog against
still invisible ridge
house sparrow perched on branch in
right foreground
flight of shooting stars, look of
the dawning light
itself somehow seen, kind of arm,
steadying himself
man wiped out from no sleep doesn’t
see Uncle Vanya
after woman has coffee she becomes
a lot friendlier
grey whiteness of fog against top
of shadowed ridge
line of 2 pelicans gliding in from
mouth of channel
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