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[manic-pixie-dream-squirrel]

Replacement Poem

"Fog" by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

* * * * *

“Fascism”

A fire spreads

with angry man words.

We stopped listening

for truth or meaning

in breathless reports

and then moved on.