the fog infringes on
my space
the full, green
carpet of my outdoor living room
the light overhead
becomes particles
as it is absorbed in
the air’s warm mist
the blue spruces are
devoured, invisible
shadows of the sheds
are like spatter-paint
lying on the ground,
unsafe to stand there
muffled cricket
songs reach my ears
no cars are passing
by at this hour
I don’t know where I
will rest tonight
but for the moment,
the lawn swing is cozy
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