Empty Sky

This morning, the gray fog
snakes upward from the harbor
and the Strait of Juan de Fuca
to en-coil and squeeze the rain
out of the clouds above.

The snaking fog opens wide
and swallows the weakened clouds whole,
then retreats to a cedar filled valley
and curls into sleep
along a stony creek
until hunger stirs it again.

copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

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