Fog Suite

Fog Suite

2.

What I love about language
is what I love about fog:
what comes between us and things
grants them their shine. Take,

for instance, the estuary,
raised to a higher power
by airy sun-struck voile:
gunmetal cove and glittered bar

hung on the rim of the sky
like palaces in Tibet—
white buildings unreachable, dreamed and held

at just that perfect distance:
the world’s lustered by the veil.

Mark Doty
Sweet Machine

Thank you, Amy.

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