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Poets Corner
Walking the hills
this morning,
awash in a grey
sea of fog,
emmersed
in the shifting face
of air taken by water
as its own;
substantial transparency,
a walk-through shroud
touching all, holding none---
pine branches,
full and still,
wait the coming sun.
( Copyright © Jerry Bolick, 28 January 2003 )