P O E T R Y
What the Fog Can’t Hide
A fuzzy morning by the oceanside
Published in
May 26, 2024
Foggy warm golden morning
aroma of fresh-baked bread
wafting out, a bakery we cannot see
walking softly, we ease toward it
this new center of our world
Hazy opal of sun
cocooned within bright shining cloud
scree of gulls above the surf
flashing waves, lightening haze
and when we look outward
no horizons bind us
At eventide the sky clears
a swoop of swallows
graces shallow light,
sky of rose and darkening
The stars return like old friends
we smile and take turns
calling out their names
while the moon looks on
with a stony face
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