White Mittens
Fog came early to Nebraska,
and slender churches became hidden.
Pastors came out of them with scarves,
their children tight-dressed
and with white mittens.
Cars moved slowly,
dipped beams constant; the radio turned on.
The fog came early - unawares.
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4/23/2015
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