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I Breathed In the Fog that Obscured my View.

Last october, I woke up to a hazy morning

And could see just beyond to the river

at chimneys poking up through the ground.

Where their tips could not reach,

Dense smoke spew lazily from it

just thicker than the thick fog.

And the smoke became the fog

And I breathed it in.

For I could not hold my breath for more than a minute.

 

This October, I went back.

The chimneys are still there.

The fog still as thick.

And I still could not hold my breath for more than a minute.

 

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Uploaded on November 19, 2011
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