Vagabond's Daughter
All of the beautiful, useless things That a vagabond’s aimless drifting brings.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Cold, misty June morning.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
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