I had to drive through the mist again today,
some mixture of fog and clouds, a web of white
shrouding the world, empty oak branches reaching
into the sky, looking like they're asking why.
As I come around the curve on NC 7, past the drive-in,
I see the houses lined up like spectators
watching traffic, focused on the road
like money's riding on it. They should clean up
those clouds from their lawns.
The ground is no bride,
needs no veil.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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I hate driving through the fog, too. Walking through it, however, can be fun.