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Fog Water from another place Another time settles The land Trees Bonelike and leafless Cling to themselves While the hills Climb Wearily into nothing Where sky mist and land come Together Deer Graze on M-22 A string of a road That pulls You Deeper into the land Into a place that you Don't leave Barns And shacks and privies And stumps dot the gray Green slopes Dunes Brown moving full of life Endlessly change and remain Constant When The sun reaches the tree tops The day fulfills its promise The mist Gone Like the call of a crow Retreats to woods and waits for New day. |