THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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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