Foggy Morning
A poem about the Tule Fog and driving down River Road..
I missed the mist cascading in
off the levee, nearly broken.
In the midst of sleep – the cold crept carefully,
slowly seeping through the cracks
in the brittle broken-down homes.
Colder with the news it carried.
A raucous rain rolled in about midnight,
ruefully rendering the town sodden.
The gray and gloomy sunrise
gave way to a ghostly glow.
The foreboding fog filed in,
enveloping the town in a murky malaise.
Something was amiss amidst the slick
roads and misty morning.
The siren signaled another splash
into the cold, quick river.
The viscous fog veiled their view.
Vulnerable, they vaulted off the edge.
The callous current carried away another car,
a family gone missing.
Misty eyes matching the unforgiving fog.
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Marisa Antoinette
Just a spooky-obsessed witch.
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