Harkenings of memories and moments to come…
Summer leads to fall
Fog over the fields and marshes, the wet places, again
Dew so thick on the highway shoulder
Like wet frozen cumulous clouds,
or a cotton bowl roughly carded to cull the seeds,
the dew was caught in the course field grass
at the edge of the black,
lit white in the morning light,
a mirage of frozen dew
all too soon a reality
September 8, 2005 12:09 (title drafted 9/8/05 12:25am)
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