grey whiteness of fog against
still invisible ridge
sparrows pecking up seeds from
bricks in foreground
other when I am no longer here,
now either after me
discovered today prior to it, made
it, more or less
finished reading War and Peace
here for me the days
mean nothing Saturday or Wednesday
or any other day
sun through fog against invisible
shoulder of ridge
shadowed swell lines moving toward
mouth of channel
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