Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Bringing Margaret Home

Interstate rain six hours
now down from Cincinnati
we feel Ashville fog.


For One Single Impression’s prompt, “Fog”

6 comments:

Amias said...

I have to disagree, everything is of consequence, because everything influences something or other ..

That said, I am not familiar with Cincinnati, but I can relate to the fog after a rain. When the highway is hot and the cool rain caused the fog to rise, my daddy use to say the devil and his wife was fighting --- .

zoya gautam said...

.. thanks for sharing this moe ..

( somehow i thought moe was fem gender -- then i read ur profile! ) ..

moe lauher said...

Amias, thanks for your comment. I'm not sure I understand what your disagreeing with. I always heard the "devil was beating his wife" when it was raining when the sun was shining.

zoya, thank you as well. moe is short for Maurice.

I'm still reading both of your blogs.

Tumblewords: said...

I can feel the fog from here. Well said...

SandyCarlson said...

Interstate rain is its own kind. Time is something else there. How the rain shapes the place, how place travels. Lovely.

gabrielle said...

geography made palpable. lovely in all it evokes.