[Poem] Mist

dense_seattle_fog

The bare trees against the sky

Spread upward

Like veins in lungs

The distance is made of fog and mist

And the foreground is rain and branches

The road stretches off

a line towards the horizon

The world is still, too quiet

Rain and birds and trees

And yet

 

3-17-2017

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