Saturday, April 26, 2025

 The fog came in on 

DINOSAUR FEET filling the

      springtime afternoon.

 

Yup - this reflects a poem by Carl Sandburg from 7th or 8th grade, and remembered all these years -

The fog comes 
on little cat feet.
 
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
 
The fog yesterday was not any "little cat feet" - it was think and dense.  
 

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