Poem: Pounding Through the Mist

Twas a misty moisty morning and surly was the weather, or something like dat.

Just came home from early walk huffin and puffin

I awoke to radio station WDRV which played great music all night long.

The time was 5:45 am.

After I eat breakfast gonna write one more short story, othan The Red Exit Door, this time inspired by one of the obits in the Times Chronicle.

POUNDING THROUGH THE MIST

This little slip of a girl
wearing Lynn's seersucker dress
her Clarke shoes that dead Aunt Hy loved
parted the curtains of the mist
so others could pass by.

Others like baby robins
chicodees
and gnats

Swipe swipe!

I LEARNED on Kathy's corner last night that all spiders have 8 legs including gnats.

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