Fog

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

~Carl Sandburg

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I love this poem. I heard it tonight in a movie I was watching with a friend and it stuck in my head and I had to look it up and put it here. This was the first poem I ever really studied in school for its structure and the first that I appreciated for the line breaks. The imagery is simple and beautiful.

And now I’m going to get off of my literature-nerd-box. I hope you like the poem, too. ^_^

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