9.14

light coming into sky above black branches of trees

birds calling from shadowed branches across from it

if you can ask a question you probably already know

the answer, it‘s okay to write “I'm thinking maybe“

from the castle you see mountains, they spilled out

of the card (we need friends here to share so much)

cloudless pale blue sky above triangular white peak

sunlit whiteness of cloud above peak across from it

9.13

light coming into sky above black branches of trees

sound of wind in branches of tree to the left of it

these independent of each other, between that there

the same body at rest in, at two ends, placed which

one prefers the mark that means between the letters

periods of possibilities, an underscoring of speech

silver circle of sun rising out of triangular cloud

vertical plane of shadowed grey rock across from it

9.12

light coming into fog next to triangular grey ridge

sparrow calling from shadowed branch across from it

holds understood thought, far in advance throughout

what we guess at, doesn't resonate with it, what is

precision a door from greatest precision to largest

opening attempt at using language utterly precisely

silver of sunlight slanting through fog above ridge

celadon green mouth of wave breaking across from it

9.11

light coming into fog above shadowed plane of ridge

sound of birds calling from branches across from it

past in terms of it since present and future, other

running your finger over, “pricked“ as if by thorns

as it travels from the mirror's glassy depth before

which sense never repeats, water surface in a glass

grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge

white lines of waves breaking into channel below it

9.10

light coming into sky above shadowed slope of ridge

sound of birds calling from branches across from it

perspective “as writing,” repetitions comparable to

“too,“ what is conscious, letter “before the world“

process in mind as a quality of many voices singing

together, on paper becomes a long linear repetition

grey whiteness of fog against top of shadowed ridge

diagonal white wave breaking in windless grey plane

9.9

grey blackness of fog beside triangular black ridge

song sparrow calling shadowed branch across from it

see some of the painters, room devoted to paintings

of subjects, references to both which depicted this

walking into Franz Kline's studio, Bill thinks with

pleasure his first name is the same as de Kooning‘s

grey whiteness of fog above shadowed plane of ridge

white line of wave breaking across plane of channel

9.8

grey whiteness of fog against still invisible ridge

blue jay screeching from pine branch across from it

expression since, variant with respect to invariant

covered by, differs from, in other respects present

Fort Point, just to the right of ‘downtown’ one can

own a mirror does one then own the reflection in it

grey whiteness fog in reflected in plane of channel

line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point