Fog drifts like ghosts across the road
And souls are snagged in yellow beams
Fortress high, the hedgerows rise
On either side long, labyrinthine
Winding past hidden strangers, veiled
In brightness like angels
Confused by light I drift moth-like
Only to find my wings submerged again
A fox darts by, back straight, feet blurred
Our paths come close to crossing tonight
Neither of us can fathom the meaning
Of the other’s journey home
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