40 thoughts on “afternoon fog

  1. into fog
    under oak trees we lose
    who we are
    first a weight in the eyes
    then our hands no longer ours

    Alegria Imperial
    Eucalypt Issue #10, May 2011

  2. so my friend
    when will you visit me?
    my flowers are withering
    on the trellis and all the
    geese have darkened the sky

    Pamela A. Babusci
    American Tanka & A Thousand Reasons

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