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tiers of fog

trees and dead trees

look the same

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pine needles

poking from your

sweater on the floor

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pecked by hens

the apple squeezes

out its seeds

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the drawer

you never open

flashlights and seeds

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beneath the fog

mist scurries

along the road

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without touching

my hand feels

the heat of your hand

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above

the freezing mist

Venus pulsing

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the way back

a second set of

prints in the dew

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if the fog

doesn’t lift

we’ll be okay

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before you can

speak she touches

your machine

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