The Fog

The fog rolled through the trees like smoke
reflexively
I waited for gunshots to sound
wondered why
I hadn’t already heard them.

I ducked down
smelled the air around me
hoping to get an idea
of the type of battle
I had come upon

When a yellow sedan passed me
slowed to a crawl
then continued
I thought little of it.
Just a carriage
headed past with a courier
announcing the cessation
of the East to those in the West.

Then I remembered
This was only fog.

I was starting to take things
a little too seriously.

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