10/09/2020

 Fog

I stumble into 

the hare’s den,

a tussock of grass

called a “form.”


[LSS, 10/9/20]


Mountain Over Lake


I feel it through my feet and hair:

the presence of mass over stillness.


Mount Index and Lake Serene 

invisible in the fog.


The days are getting shorter.


[LSS, 10/9/20]

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