light coming into fog against
still invisible ridge
sound of birds chirping from
branches in foreground
sketches late appear as a dozen
figures from memory
turned into the sound of this is
what is to be said
day after mother gave birth to six
pound middle son
husband who’s been making out with
other man’s wife
grey whiteness of fog still
against invisible ridge
shadowed towhee walking across
grass in foreground
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