Monday, May 16, 2016

Mist

      Mist

Mist thick in air,
Floating without care.
Grayness floats,
Subtly bloats.

Filter tints,
Innuendos and hints.
Distance can't see,
Hidden must be.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.


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