The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
poem Fog- Carl Sandberg from Chicago poems
thanks Carol
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I'm Marty Luster, a retired attorney and politician. In 2010 my wife, mother-in-law, dog and I relocated from Central NY to Gloucester. I hope my photographs and poetry(?) reflect my love for this place and her people. My picture-poem posts can be seen at http://matchedpairs.wordpress.com and selected black and white images can be found at http://slicesoflifeimages.wordpress.com View all posts by Marty Luster
Good Morning Gloucester 
From
Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems (1916) “Fog”
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totally awesome…and i love that poem…thanks!
Jenn
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