light coming into blue blackness
of sky above ridge
wind moving through shadowed bamboo
leaves by fence
absence here beside concealed
would be another name
sometime the level of the far side
of less and less
each day events interwoven nothing
more than itself
insisting on hanging around beyond
an ordinary life
pale red orange sky next to black
shoulder of ridge
line of pelicans gliding to the
left toward channel
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