a loosely formed gentle fog hovering
over the ground like a flying saucer,
obscured vision easily enables near
sightedness, looking out the windows
of the home in which we find ourselves,
creepy crawlers cradle the ground as
if their lives were dependent upon
their morning actions... sunshine
closes its eyes trying to extend its
hours of relaxing... we wonder what
we are wondering about, influenced
by those who are in control, leaving
our tomorrows open for a morning
when the fog is no longer nearby.
August 4, 2024
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