a  honk, 

the signaling of brakelines

the way

a workday begins.

Looking West, Vilar de Andorinho

2

Slate grey underneath and over dove's white slant.

Cant of slightly darkening clouds

resolves into cumuli.

Linear pink thinks it's sun, but fooled,

blanches.

Branches of upper cloud have been caught

by a heavy bird, a shadow pelican, that

washes darker aloft , and disappears.

 

 

 

 

far off

one white sail

then two

three, four

more than I imagined

right there

where the slurred sea

meets my

sky high sight