As the fog rolls in
I watch through the glass
as the fog rolls in,
marking the end
of a beautiful day.
The trees and the houses
slowly disappear,
leaving us here
to quietly assay.
The night shadows dance
on the wall,
in the hall
to the fires crackling rhythm.
Close by the fire
we sip from our cups,
without looking up
caught in our own terminus ad quem.
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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