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Fogbound by Karen Dowell San Francisco fog cascades into the bay through golden gates pours over house-studded hills swirls across streets like heavy cream in coffee muffling sounds Maine fog descends with avian grace like feathers falling blurs spruce-tipped horizons erases islands fades into the heaven of old movies as gulls sing duets with fog horns When we met you rolled into my life filled with bold promises dramatic dreams teasing, testing you always kept me just outside your fog line When did you change? Your slow, sensuous maritime mists envelop me, hold me calm and steady kiss my lips with salt spray God, I hope you never lift Reprinted with permission by Karen Dowell for Two Dog Press. From A Year on the Avenue, Athens Avenue Poetry Circle. © Copyright 1998 by the Athens Avenue Poetry Circle. All Rights Reserved. Originally appeared in Free Zone Quarterly. |
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