first light coming into fog
against invisible ridge
motionless black pine branches
across redwood fence
first in doing is now more than
ever something does
again putting these things to say
about time of day
squirreled away under a lamp on
the couch in living
room wanting to give an account of
what one’s doing
grey whiteness of fog against still
invisible ridge
white line of wave breaking across
mouth of channel
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