mist – other animals

what thread dropped after
the cicada passed
or what mist started
to build in the part
of the story where
your eyes blur and your
feet grow clammy on
the earth of fresh graves

today’s taxable event landing in a fine mist between foxes

uneven rocks in mist stay quiet about destiny

myth in deep mountains the soft horns of mist

the mist, falling out of your ear, sharpness of distant rocks

misty morning I redraw the world with one black pen