grey blackness of sky against
still invisible ridge
motionless black pine branches
beside redwood fence
street under a blue sky stars dark
violet and green
passed the once present partake in
what is presumed
speaking of no sound the first one
that comes along
change from making to whatever comes
of consequence
grey line of light on horizon to
the right of ridge
sound of waves breaking on sand
across from channel
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