FRIENDLY FOG

The fog came to rest on them with something

like peace and happiness. It seemed

like a lighthearted fog, a mist that makes

a life look loose and full of brilliance.

They walked through their neighborhood through sheets

of fog that flowed because they were flowing.

They followed their thoughts more

than the street, just strolling in partnership

with the friendly fog for their sweet-tempered partner.  

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We had fun at our weekly writing group this morning. The prompt had to do with being fooled, and as usual, I was very impressed with the writing done by the members of the group, none of whom are professional or even serious writers, just senior citizens sharing their sincere feelings in written words.