THE MORNING FOG ROLLS OVER US — by MARISA BENNETT

Look how it

swallows

whole

,the red barn

,the fields

but sweeps

over

.the river



It rolls over your skin, dew shining in your eyes.

Let it take

everything

,but us

.this fog



Your cloudy eyes would look lovely in the clarity of the water.

Threadbare trees

stand

,behind you

billowing

to and fro

crying for

.the sun



Amid the lanky trees and scenery, I come last, it seems.

I wish

we could stay

,here forever

looking out at

the shoddy rays

of sunlight

as they pierce the

.sky’s veil




I wish we could stay here forever,

looking into the sweet gray of your eyes

as they pierce the facade I am desperately trying to end.



+ Inspired by Claude Monet’s The Petit Bras of the Seine at Argenteuil.