Fog drops
From the trees
To make the grass,
And chairs,
Wet.
Three birds,
Already the white of seagulls,
Have a flight plan
That makes them
Enter, and
Disappear,
In the fog.
Easy to do as
The Fog
Swallows
Everything.
There are ships at sea
(If you care to believe).
For I have not seen
One
For
Five
Days.
Nor seen them
At night,
Because
The fog also
Swallows
Their lights.
Really
In the fog
You cannot
Believe
Your eyes.
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