Small bird. Small bird on the glass
North of Gualala
wet sand. I am come to tell you.
A thousand years of dust is not a long time.
Or a hundred days of rain.
Clouds, white and hugging the blue
horizon. Just blue
and white.
Just blue and white.
Not a ship. Not another
creature.
Easy now. Easy now.
Done!
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