theodicy's poetry corner

Haven't had a poetry corner in a while, so it's time, once again, to bring high literature to the readers of the THEODICY blog.

For today's guest poet, we have that great bard from the Land of Lincoln: Carl Sandburg.

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
then moves on.

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