light coming into sky above shadowed
plane of ridge
waning white moon next to rose
branch in foreground
preparation for the world of
color, all use of word
once and for all, another second, “who
can’t speak”
man calling out to woman bottom of
the stairs there
the silence between words which
someone has to fill
grey line of fog against shadowed
shoulder of ridge
pelican gliding to the left across
mouth of channel
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