Last night we rushed into the dark, half-elated
like children, as the fog that rose drew us into its mouth,
half terrified at the lawn obscured under our feet,
and what it hid. A night bird screamed.
Last night we rushed into the dark, half-elated
like children, as the fog that rose drew us into its mouth,
half terrified at the lawn obscured under our feet,
and what it hid. A night bird screamed.