as
the mist
came in
and
come in
it did
it did
not roll
it came
turning
the sun
to
moon
and
day
to
white night
a cold
ascended
starting in
the spine
marrow
bleak
descending
crisp
crawling
over
grown grass
blistering
blossom
frosted
insects
fleeing
some
too late
we
shivered
not knowing
what
to do
caught
unawares
outside
alone
not ready
for the
ending
of our
world

02/04/2007

Posted on 02/04/2007
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