From up here it looked
as if the harbour�s lungs inhaled
the fog in through the headlands;
light as breathing, concrete coloured,
it set in for the day, giving us each a
bubble vision
containing what little we know,
and out beyond the garden�s edge;
all life arrested.
There was a fog of the familiar
such that I could not see
all of the changes underway
between you and me.
But
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