light comes into sky above
shadowed green of leaves
sound of first bird calling on
branch in foreground
surely must have further beyond
his aims as painter
thing in the world’s space
concedes space in itself
little film of the sun rising
above ridge yesterday
forgetting past more difficult
than being forgotten
sun reflected in window next to shadowed brick wall
wind moving in shadowed green
leaves across from it
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