Fog's Gone
Fog's gone, the sky rises
to steaming heights
sheds hot silver to gleaming bay
thin lines of fire spreading
through the blue, hazy day.
From this hill I see
how space
to white space fades
and bold day strides to night.
Fog's back
to block my hobbled sight.
poem by Steven Federle
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