The Mist of Memories: A Prose-Poem
The heat of the land lifted into the air
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1 min readDec 11, 2021
Driving through sleet but there’s a mist of memories before me — the heat of the land lifted into the air, partially clouding the vision — I am trying to be quiet: and the figure of the waiting.
This low cloud is misting my face now — my eyes are grateful for the dark grey of the day — I know what light I want…