The fog did not walk in on cat's feet,Mr. Sandburg, not on Highway 60,
not this morning when I couldn't see
the cows as I passed by. By Yeehaw
Junction, though, the sun was high enough
to burn it off where I could make out
Yankee plates that boxed me in ahead,
some eejit right behind without his lights.
A glorious day to welcome spring,
and by the time the fog had cleared,
my mind was very nearly calm as well,
a month of thoughts and stresses melting
as the sun climbed higher, as I headed west
on Highway 60 with no destination set.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015
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