how many times have I written the letter over these barren rocks listing flowers in the year’s afternoon a dislocation of fog ferments
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the scent of wood fires in fog I start the day
the song of one apartment in fog a lone sparrow
fog in the rainy night my full moon cufflinks
softly from deep inside the fog the voice that wants me dead
in morning fog the cardinal’s call is a ray gun
the fog dissolving bare branches but a glimpse of green
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