This morning is all
blurry, out of focus—
fog,
and opera;
a soft old sweater,
socks to match
(pale blue);
far, muffled birds
. . .
and then oranges, jarringly
round and bright.
image: Fog, Yellowstone
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
—Kahlil Gibran
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