Morning Fog On the Water
The rules of engagement are
etched out in time
The fog's holding sway as the
sun tries to shine
Through a blanketing smokey
enveloping shroud
Outmanuevering all access to
sunshine and clouds
The swells on the water in
cadence appear
In accordance with luna and
the time of the year
Drawn skyward they swell as
they rush to the shore
To crest, foam and crash with
a frothy white roar
The sun punches through in a
white shining ball
To the sound of a single
unseen seagull's call
The sand, sky, and ocean all
lack clear distinction
Reality fades to a blurred case
of fiction
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