THE FOG

The fog — so thick this morning
I choose to walk another time.

 

I fear that golf carts
might careen into my space
before I have  a chance to dodge.

 

Those carts are prevalent here.
Not all their drivers
are alert, it seems to me.

 

And not all the other vehicles
that chose to travel in the dawn
are equipped  with caution.

 

I doubt the roadside bombs
so prevalent in other places
will hinder my advances
but I think of them sometimes
when I walk across the road
now laden with excuses
to defer this morning’s venture.

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