Saturday, September 13, 2014

the fog

the world grows
white as
a fog seeps over
the hills,
caresses the trees,
arrives
at your door
step. you go out
into
the morning.
your skin is white,
the bones
of you, your eyes
are white.
you cannot move
the fog with your
hands, or
blow it away.
there is nothing
that can be
done about this
even if you wanted
to.
so much of life
is like this.

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