Tuesday, June 28, 2016
From
The way ahead is unclear but days end and
Begin the same as before. There are so many
Missing times ahead. That's the way it is.
Hanging fog above the swale. Her grave with
A small plank on top. Ravens. Time filling
What looks blank before the sun soon appearing
Just over Mt.Scott from up the Umpqua.
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