lines of light in clouds above
black plane of ridge
sound of jet passing over pine
branch in foreground
mind’s eye for some time, night
opening to place of
relation to object, inner space
there, how can this
sky descending into object through
which appearance
pressing forward becomes a form
for self-concealing
grey of rain cloud above shadowed
shoulder of ridge
line of 16 pelicans gliding across
mouth of channel
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