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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Laura Grace Weldon

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Fog As Visible Dreams

Mysteries flicker under each tender eyelid.
Become mist. Pass through walls.
Crowd the street, stories in symbol
that linger over a neighborhood asleep.

Houses and mailboxes walk
toward my headlights,
ghosts stepping into form.
I see each thing clearly
only as it passes by.