writings

Above me, a baby scribble of naked tree limbs –
dark pencil on dove gray now that the sun has gone away.
Then, from the edge of the cliffs, looking down
lines of surf appear like successive signatures
in arabic script – white calligraphy
on washed-out Persian blue

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