Thursday, May 9, 2013

foggy morning

what can you say 
about the fog
that hasn’t already been written 

that it rolls in like a blanket
soft gray tufts drape the ground
in slinky damp 

that it disguises some features
while others glow
against its dull backdrop 

that it drifts away
taking with it the otherworld
created or revealed 

there is nothing new to write
about the fog
but I did it anyway