first light coming into fog
against invisible ridge
motionless black branches above
fence in foreground
word because we are past, present
and future person
to open one’s ears, one’s eyes,
one’s interior word
horizontal line following thought
itself element of
direction a word takes paired with
sounds of others
grey whiteness of fog still
against invisible ridge
line of pelicans gliding to the
left across channel
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