by Kevin T McEneaney

Gray fog-blanket surrounding house, garden

Wonder if fog has seeped into my brain

My own history appears lost in fog

Difficult to recall my whole childhood

Hard to recall what food I ate last month

There’s fog in the history books I read

There’s fog in my third-grade biography

There’s a great deal of fog in politics

I don’t think there’s fog in mathematics

Science attempts to dispense with fog

Romantics once thought fog was dreamy

Some think kissing a deceptive fog

I enjoy fog in a shower, steam-room

Walking in fog by seashore is ideal

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden and Longing
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