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At Night, Watching The Mist Rise

 

as fate would have it

i looked out my window 

at just the right time 

to watch a thick mist rise up 

from a darkened lake 

now had this event stopped there

i would have been content 

but nature 

has never been stingy 

with her beauty

the mist continued rising 

above the treetops 

and then turned left to brush 

her white silk against

the roofs of impending homes 

where she went from there

i will never know 

because nature 

has never been stingy

with her mystery 


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

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