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Fogs<br />
Not the white-blind highways of melted moon,<br />
pressing with soggy palms of car-tossing weightlessness,<br />
nor the hot pavement’s aching steam-release,<br />
when black roads send gray showers damply rising,<br />
Not the valley’s smoggy, yellow, chemical<br />
stink-finger gag-gliding down the throat,<br />
nor even the thickly silent mountaintop-mists that<br />
coolly brush prickly red spruce with cloud-white hair,<br />
But the hollow-hovering, hill-breath phantoms<br />
haunting Indian summer evenings<br />
in West Virginia’s jagged, mid-state counties<br />
fresh-censed the slopes of deepening darkness.<br />
Lying lightly as uncertain, silent prayer,<br />
they wisp-hinted, so benevolently, it seemed,<br />
at thick, white monoliths and tidal terrors<br />
that will creep, do rage, have streamed.<br />
—Martha Owens<br />
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