fog
June 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
I, of course
had a feeling what
the impetus for it was
the insistence of fog
maybe, to keep
reason from the eye
but, what was for sure
is that
every melody
that played
in my head on
this mornings drive
was reminiscent
of a dirge
each note
slow and long
I feared doing
what we have
so long been told
to do
dim the lights
wait for a clearing
the cold mass I was
moving through
reflecting a light
that threatened to blind,
as if I’ve ever been
able to see
in the first place
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead
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