Fog by Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Fog by Carl Sandburg

T.

Outside again. Awake at this hour again.

Fog

Carl Sandburg

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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