Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Happy the people whose annals are blank in the history books!
To Generalize is to be an Idiot. To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit
In A Bath Teashop "Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another — Let us hold hands…