the low fog down in the salt marsh
is oozing up toward the house
it's whitish pool
being uplifted by the rising sun
the sky is already clearing to a whitish blue
sunrise
shining white like heaven against the fog
here comes a big bold sleepy fisher
her stubby legs carrying her forward
mowing down not so delicately, what she finds
the sun peeks and boos against the fog as it rises in the sky
it's lost now for awhile
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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