Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, January 9, 2016
foggy
After Sandburg
Our fog comes
like a wave of a cast out ocean
it floods the city's walls and old houses
leaves behind
washed away bird nests
dragged fish bones and hollowed rods.
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