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In a Fog

Walking in a fog on the streets
Of San Francisco with the Beats’
Poetry flowing through my mind
In furious cascade unrhymed,
Undone, under unbuttoned treats

Of words forming chairs with no seats,
Telling white lies with no deceits
Hidden in white, two steps behind,
Walking in a fog.

This hill, steep, levels then repeats
With ever greying steps it eats
Away strength and resolve to find
A footpath home with vision blind
On misty paths, babble of sweets,
Walking in a fog.

 

 

© 2003 Thomas A. Ekkens

Above photo: Fog