Poem for a Foggy Day

forget carl

forget fog creeping in

on little cat feet. Meet instead 

the white vapor swallowing

my head, whole hog.

Wallowing, he devours

ships, the tallest redwoods.

Entire landscapes, coastlines

the size of Maine

drip from his soft gray lips.

Fed, he leers, gluttonous.

This pig can be butchered

but it takes an ax of sun to roast him.

Then he boils off, froth to the sky.