Tuesday, September 14, 2021

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light coming into fog against still invisible ridge 


sparrow on bricks flapping up toward seeds on table 


possibility of same notes something being said here 


light the eye can look for relation to speak itself 


allowing breath to be as it is sound of jet passing 


overhead eyes opening see blue jay landing on fence 


grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge 


swell line moving across windblown mouth of channel



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