drifting but determined fog
filtering and prisming the late morning sun
into auras and shafts and crystal spectre
like a slowly moving storm of white light
revealing the splendor of the ordinary
obscuring what we once knew and ignored
a lone raven
gleaning the shoreline
dips and crawks three times
raises and wafts toward me,
gives a clear eyed look
and veers off into the fog
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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photo by Jay Taft