Tuesday
The fog hung heavy in the air
The mist gathered around in an uneasy blanket
The cats dashed under the porch,
scared of something
that was nothing
a low fog horn sounded
but no one noticed
silence
whispers
creaks
an overcast sky made for melancholy moods
one person on the sidewalk
soon took notice of the
empty
lonely
earth
which felt good
in an interesting way
The weeping willow tree sat still
waiting
waiting
waiting
for nothing
the world is serene
Tuesday
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