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Before Dawn, Tomales Bay |
Night wrapped in fog. Blurred trees. My wet footsteps.
An incline ahead.
Something gray, cat-sized
from under a bush . . . across the road
into the dark box of landscape.
Leaves rustle, stop. Other life, soundless,
goes on. I tense, try my eyes again
against the night.
copyright 2006
Kristine
Anderson |
