Fog

Carl Sandburg

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THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

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  • jessiepritchett

    Love this simple yet beautiful imagery by Carl Sandburg, such a creative mind!