3/11/2010

Fog


THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

It is a little odd hearing the work being done beyond the outfield fence, but being unable to see it. You can barely make out the figure standing at second base.

And -- all due respect to Mr. Sandburg -- but, this fog can move on ANY time now.

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