The Skunk in the Fog

[Guest guest]

Went out for a walk in the fog.

Things were indistinct, yet spoke

clearly. Plants were intimate, but

wet. They dripped with affection

on the dirt. The soil remained un-

moved, but receptive. And, in such

discreet company, I walked along

feeling eternal, yet nonexistent.

 

What can I say! Things are, and they

are not. And this gives them the

pungent odor of Eternity. What is

disappears like a skunk in the fog,

but the feeling of eternity lingers

like its persistent smell.

 

Pete

 

Ps. it's right in front of your nose,

but don't try to grab it. Just

inhale gently, and let it go.