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Fog should crash and go boom
   like the waves it roughrides into shore.
Or if it slowly-painfully slowly-rolls in,
   it should moan or creak
     or sit up suddenly and shriek.
It could sigh; for example, when it's nicely nestled
   between two mountain peaks,
     it could sigh.
(At any rate,it shouldn't just sit there!)

And when it comes sauntering into the streets of our town
   (and, mind you, it doesn't miss the playgrounds),
Well, you'd think for sure it would hum or hiss
   or maybe give a whistle.

It has never (praise be to God),
   at least so far as I know,
     it has nver ever
       dared
         enter
           a woman's               kitchen.

Oh you can talk all you want to
   about how it's the nature of fog to be silent.
Snow is silent, too, even while falling.
But you can make it squeak under your boot,
   and if it becomes bothersome,
   you can shovel it out of your way.
Try doing that with fog.
You'd be all day.

*This poem was inspired by a woman I know only as Mrs. Joyce. She lives in Lemonfield, Oughterard, County Galway, Ireland. We met and talked on a day when Mrs. Joyce was uneasy because the fog was just sitting there.

© Carlene Sobrino Bonnivier

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PROSE 
CINQUAINS 
SEPTEMBER 11
SOLOS 
SETS 

  ELBINA BATALA
  Heart
  There Is No Silence

  CARLENE SOBRINO
  BONNIVIER
  Surface Tension
  Fog
  Breakfast
  Haiku

  LUIS CABALQUINTO
  Red Layt
  Kay Emmanuel
  Mahiwagang Umaga

  SOTERA CATAYAS
  Only Pride
  Mixed Feelings

  GLORIA DEL
  CARMEN
  This Death
  Mad World

  FELIX FOJAS
  Orange Grove Road
  Far Country
  Ithaca

  ELMER OMAR
  BASCOS PIZO
  17 Ways of Looking
    at a Brown Man
    and Woman

  Fish Sauce
  Black Dog

  AL SANTOS
  Pasensiya na Po
  Unang Umaga
    sa Europa

  Dalawang Pulis,
    Dalawang Pinoy

  Dinuguan sa Tren
  Bulaklak at Tren
    sa Tagsibol

  Pag-uwi

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