The Bay itself in-
separable from the sky
there is so much fog.
Still, in the gray space,
three cormorants standing there,
charcoal black, stock still.
They absorb what light
there is, light itself an un-
spoken assumption.
Near Providence 9/2/20
The Bay itself in-
separable from the sky
there is so much fog.
Still, in the gray space,
three cormorants standing there,
charcoal black, stock still.
They absorb what light
there is, light itself an un-
spoken assumption.
Metaxyturn Diaries 