Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Fog











run away with me
tonight when they
least expect it

after dinner
we'll go for a walk
heading west

don't look behind
you they smell plans
cooking like garlic

we can hide
anywhere but I hear
there's fog on the coast


1 comment:

cs said...

Hey, man, when am I going to see you again? I'm left to decipher poetry:

You are busy hatching plans.
You are going to BC.

????