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FOGby Greg Pape
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American Flamingo (1998)
My son has built a tent-cabin
in the front room and invited in the dog.
He has constructed an imaginary machine
with an invisible lever, for catching the fog.
Fallen clouds drifting through the valley
along the river bottom, up and over the lines
and folds and contours of the hills, coulees
and benches, combed by cottonwoods and pines,
break softly against the windows
like thought or breath, then pass on.
The fog got in the house,
he says. I am catching it with this.
Greg Pape, a professor of English at the University of Montana, is the author of Storm Pattern(1992) and Sunflower Facing the Sun(1992).
Copyright © 1999 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; December 1999; Fog; Volume 284, No. 6; page 94.