Poets' Practice Pad

Fog

Chilly fog over the lake
and piles of mail on the desk
making you a person apart,
apart from those who
hammered out your traces
after you left your hometown.

This will be as it stands
at the end of your season
with the footprints of years
upon you, capping your senses,
as a frog’s song accompanies
dwindling memories.

Your life, lonely and silent,
has been so transient,
so strange…and you thought
you would always be aware
of the howl of the years
staggering, fading, passing.

It will all come to this,
to the fog over the lake,
the fog over the years,
the fog on your life,
the fog in your last breath.





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