I wish the mist
would swallow me --
it swallows trees
in white oceans
where I could swim
across valleys,
peering at birds
asleep below.
I would ride slow
currents of clouds
catching the crest
of the morning
until soft waves
slip me ashore
then drift away
to summer skies.
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