Mist Poem by Misha Allport

Mist



In a haze, floating, curling the pellicle is kissed;
As the sacred Roman procession carries a cist;
Eyes are closed in sensuous want, she is missed;
The overhead rack overshadows him in the mist!

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Misha Allport

Misha Allport

Santa Monica, California
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