light in window opposite unmade
yellow and blue bed
motionless green bamboo leaves
across redwood fence
conversations of group continued
for full six years
grid had managed to converge to
the vanishing point
heard it against a sometimes wall
of sound by often
several voices going
simultaneously one was hearing
grey whiteness of fog against
still invisible ridge
line of pelicans gliding to the
left toward channel
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