Fog descends likea stage curtain
Hiding all butthe main characters,
The closesthemlock, cedar, vine maple,
From view,
Creating forthese a lightbox
For stand-outphotography
Or perfectimprint on mind’s
Silver halide. 

As the fog rollsin further,
embracing myhome, suddenly
I exist withinits lightbox,
Centerstage nearlyunaware:
Just my room,
Varied leavesoutside my window,
The chickadeeperched on closest branch,
And me— 

Centerstage in a boundedworld
No one can see.

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