September 12th: Freestyle 4 U in 4K at the Annex

Mist (poem)

Misting misty mist. Sweeping swooping puffy looping, vapor splendor mists oft spread, graveyards’ render mists of dread. Tendrils tighten twirl dissipate. Clouds conceal reveal amalgamate. Fingers: thready, furled eddy, lingers steady, curled, ready.

Once tried to touch it, …but always missed. Ever elusive, and rampant mist.