Monday, September 9, 2013


By Carl Sandburg
Taken on my walk to the shuttle in the morning, that edge of an island on the right is Alcatraz.  Every morning with this view, I remember those words.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on. 
Via a buddy, was reminded as he returned on little cat feet tonight.


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