
This morning in the fog
billowing
green fires smoldered
green fires smoldered
inside
the immense
drifting
ooze,
the immense
drifting
ooze,
there was
no blaze
no blaze
just dawn
lingering
as
dusk,
lingering

as
dusk,meanwhile,
I suspect
the fog
I suspect
the fog
stole my newspaper.




What a nice article on Art Aragon. Thanks. You made me smile.
He was one of my Mom's brothers. My favorite Uncle.