2:08
The fog off the sea has eaten the pill box military square
gone!
Silver sheen, light all night.
Cow shapes still!
Laying down the circles crown! Purgatory and Hell in stages lost. Lumps in a creeping silver, sea breath shawl, that sinks and sumps and shelters all.
Byrgisey Cottage clear.
No fear.
On summers night a watch for ships or subs. Eye rubs. Late watch.
Futile.
Pointless.
Silver gray.
The fog OK.
Mask.
But the beauty of it all.
Summer Spring or Fall.
Fair takes the breath away.
(2012)
