Fog is not a thing
mist rises, clouds sink lower
the world is shrouded.
A sandpiper call
Invisible, far, serene
in misted dawn-grey
swirls like creamed coffee
eddies around our edges
Obfuscates the pain
the bugaboo cries
tears to wet his cheeks and eyes
the fog brings life back
we live on no land
boat of hopes, mistakes, and dreams
grey ship, fog, and sea
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