Wednesday, December 9, 2015

A fog like that deserves a name

What is the name of that icy fog that lurks in the hollows

     that huddles under a bridge 
     that floats above the river
     that lingers in the still air 

on a cold December morning?

The one that waits for the late rising sun 
     catches its light and then reflects it
until the air  



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