The morning air
dons a hat
hiding in mist,
Reads the paper
-face absent.

Concentrate
on the words fixed
upon the page,
Let no one know
you are there.

 

What did I miss
rushing in the mist?
If i let this bucket drop
from my hands
all our tears will spill.

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