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Nov 5 '63

(on seeing a post-card view of the Kauai coast)

Pieces of land that are dry-red with dark ember rocks, areas that are warm and very quiet
Facing blue sea, seas that are deep, and spangled with  [[strikethrough]]light[[/strikethrough]] white-blue sea,   that cannot be at rest.  All the blue sea and red land- all time, or time I  [[strikethrough]]have[[/strikethrough]] can know 
Time spent in face of the place, Time tinted down by distance, Flaring up suddenly in unexpected places through the haze of long years.
And land [[strikethrough]]lying[[/strikethrough]] by the sea defining [[strikethrough]]may[[/strikethrough]] my vague years
My [[strikethrough]]and[[/strikethrough]]uncolored maps of [[strikethrough]]vague[[/strikethrough]]place.