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Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

 

by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

 

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2 Responses to “Fog”

  1. telescoper's avatar
    telescoper Says:
    November 2, 2015 at 1:29 pm

    I posted this in response to reports of widespread fog across the UK. For the record, however, I should point out that here in Brighton it is bright and sunny…

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  2. smitaanandpoet's avatar
    smitaanandpoet Says:
    November 3, 2015 at 7:44 am

    The imagery in this poem is gorgeous. Please find time to read my poetry on Rain-Chimes, my poetry blog, http://drsmitasriwas280.wordpress.com/

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