My neive Hannah said I should post this:
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg (1878 – 1967)
Poet's Corner: Fog
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Poet's Corner: people's choice (part 3)
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Poet's Corner: people's choice (part 2)
Well, that was fast. It's not so much a question of being lazy tonight; I just got caught up doing other things, and all of a sudden it was pretty…
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Poet's Corner: people's choice (part 1)
From time to time last year, when I was posting something every day, I would from time to time feel lazy or tired or rushed, and so would post a poem…
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