Monday, November 05, 2018

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Mist 


 Mist. Neither
off nor on.

 The slow sky
holding it-

 self mostly,
just this edge

 of wetness.
You can see

 where you're
going, but

 you can't see
farther.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 7:32 AM

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