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In California
Still Life with Clouds
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Around the trunk of this old, sweet-scented Jeffrey pine small pieces of bark lie scattered like pieces of an old jig-saw puzzle. In the shadow from the light, now the shadow from the cloud. Locusts grind their electric whine. The mountains crest into ridge, into ridge. The ridges swale and knob. Snow. In the shadow from the light, now the shadow from the cloud. Like big, burdened ships moving slowly the clouds pass overhead. Precious little fawn. Little still-life fawn. In the shadow from the light, now the shadow from the cloud. The earth and rock dam is a good barrier. It holds the glassy reservoir fast, pressed to its delicate edge. In the shadow from the light, now the shadow from the cloud. And the clouds pass over. And the clouds pass over. And the clouds pass over.
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