sunlit lines of clouds in pale
blue sky above ridge
blue jay pecking up seeds from
bricks in foreground
object of some other kind which,
separate existence
emphasizes loud, in a low voice,
monotonous opposed
mother yelling you’re a liar at
son’s wife who says
don’t speak like that to me in front
of my children
white edge of sun in clouds above
shoulder of ridge
shadowed swell lines moving toward
mouth of channel
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