Sunday, October 18, 2020

10.17


























pale blue grey white sky above still shadowed ridge 


sound of golden-crowned sparrows calling oh dear me 


line of trees the way a second light between levels 


experience of something made it speak some way here 


follows the story only what must be said hands down 


unfolds together with that which appears and shines 


blinding red orange of sun beside shoulder of ridge 


line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point



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