Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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Rarely here about Carl Sandburg anymore.
ReplyDeleteI've always loved his poems. I would love to go to visit his house in NC.
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