OVERFLOWING MY TURN

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Coming home at night

Or early in the morning….

My turn off of Main Street

Envelopes without warning:

Lazy tendrils of ground fog

From dew-covered field

That intersection overflows

Like ice cream sauce congealed.

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In the winter the same thing

Happens regularly…

A little icy in the road–

The mist flows frequently;

Traveling near that street light

I see it ground fog kissed…

At a former residence–

That I’ve also missed!

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–Jonathan Caswell

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