Fog

From All @ Sea 2014 to buy the book click here 

 

Fog rolls in wet

cold and spider thin

stretching the skin of my heart

masking the gold of fallen leaves

marking the places we’ve been.

 

Roof slick with rain

stubble falls under plough

black sticky with stony debris:

we’ve travelled light years this far

shedding memories like see through leaves

 

rising ghostly from the past

sentient now giving form to breath

to invite you in one last time

before the night falls.

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