foggy
by JDarrell Kirkley



this bad weather could scare crows
street lights rest their red eyes
weatherman predicts heavy fog
i am up early
"miles to go before I sleep”
settle down back porch cane bottom chair
ideas formulate like hardball homers
pen and tablet lie ready
smoke drifts upward cup of joe

thoughts float toward infinity
ball point idle
a fog covers the paper
____i stare into the whiteout

–weatherman warned me





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