E m 0 t i o n

My Mist

Never has mist
thus
hung thick and dull
over our town

over the pagodas
over the themples
over TV aerials
over the roofs of houses
over the tops of trees
and finally

on to the thongs of my flip-flops
on the pavement
there is mist

The sounds of bells
get frozen in the mist

I am still enjoying the mist
but
where am I?

(from English for all magazine)