FIRST OF ALL THERE IS FOG

FIRST OF ALL THERE IS FOG.

This is a blend – like Bartok or Ravel

sometimes, but not noisy like them.  And then

there is blue – billions of blue, but not like book

bindings, harsh, but soft miraculous, the kind

that fades beside the scream of tangerines.  For sound

a cello string not plucked or scraped, but thrust

taut into a soft wind.