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| "Fog in the Forest", oil, by Randall David Tipton |
The flog flowed in
and found him breathing deeply.
He did that sometimes,
just filled his lungs
and let the bountiful forces of life
flood through him,
like the fog unfurling
across the back yard just now,
just now when numberless wonders
are unrolling around the world
and he’s feeling something
overflowing through him
as he sits beside her
in the sunroom.
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