light coming into clouds above black
plane of ridge
first bird chirping from branch in
right foreground
word in response to word, becomes
more of something
“disturb” the wrong word, moment
not there, certain
it was not very long after this
that there occurred
the second of the events that rid
us of that person
grey rain cloud above still black
shoulder of ridge
whiteness of wave breaking across
windblown channel
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