A fog was drawn across the earth
between all things and me,
but I did not see less of life—
I peered more carefully.
Sometimes I give myself exercises to do. I think of them like push-ups or sit-ups. Lately I’ve been feeling my meter needs more work, so this week I did some extra iambic quatrains. Of course I read some Emily Dickinson to get in the mood.
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