
Filter
I am but a filter: /
drink, food, clothes, home, even words /
shall pass as in fog.
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Ancient
In the ancient sky, /
dancing through the fog, the moon, /
silently alone.
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Grabbing
Bare limbs grab at Moon, /
fingers clutching through night fog. /
My ghost escapes hope.
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Shapes
Fog enters the night, /
swirls around with damp delight, /
obscures the cold light.
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Morning fog
Sun wears morning fog, /
peeks from behind damp fall trees. /
Light and thoughts refract.
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Ancient
In the ancient sky, /
dancing through the fog, the moon, /
silently alone.
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Fog
Fog brush strokes the moon, /
softens kitchen window light /
where cookies still bake.
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Grabbing
Bare limbs grab at Moon, /
fingers clutching through night fog. /
My ghost escapes hope.
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The Fog is Afoot
The fog is afoot.
The door is ajar.
The jam is on the highway.
The toast is in the bar.
The world is elemental
Or maybe it’s just gone nuts.
I would lie next to you
But truth be we’d be abut.
You can be in arrears,
But you won’t have more than one.
Things aren’t as they appear,
But a pear ripens in the sun.
I can pucker my lips
If you want to buss,
Or I can look very foolish
As you mount the bus.
You can mount a stead
Or even a campaign
At the end of the day
The results may amount to pain.
There is no anear,
But the stars are afar.
We can be in accord,
But not in a musical bar.
The measure of a man
Maybe of little note.
But notes in a measure
Keep the song afloat.
So is a song a boat
Afloat on a river?
Oar are we lost at sea
Our arrows and us aquiver?
Love is a mystery,
The deepest some have said.
I don’t know, though
It may all soon come to ahead.
You could be apart
Or a part of loving pair
Love is a strange feeling
That the estranged do not share.
So, is the fog afoot?
Is the door ajar?
Is love as near
As a falling star?
If you’re in a jam,
Can you be in a preserve,
Or is that only something
fruit and animals deserve?
Lovers have forever asked
And Philosophers have refrained,
If to be in love is love.
Is to be insane sane?
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Shapes
Rain whispers. /
Water cups into footprints. /
Fog molds soft shapes.
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