The Blue Mist
The Blue Mist
Stepping a few feet from the trail, where
parents walked years before.
Just ahead, a few feet I saw it ascend quickly
at a grade of 30-40 degrees in steepness.
Until there was only The Blue Mist all around
knowingly, as they had back packed.
They seeing it as a blessing and struggle in
The Blue Mist beyond their 65th year.
In sadness came in thoughts of my father’s
step into The Blue Mist for the last time.
It was 7 or 8 years ago now, In the hospital for
tests on an intestinal blockage.
In the waiting room, his heart stopped wore out
from life in its past.
All attempts to revive him from The Blue Mist, failed.
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