Tuesday Poem

Posted on January 16, 2018 | Leave a comment

Carl Sandburg.   76. Fog

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

 

From Bartleby.com

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