A Dark, Misty Morning Last Autum

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A dak, misty morning last autum
I walked outside through that thick
Fog that was happening outside
Right infront of my eyes
That fog felt to me
Like being inside of a pickle jar
All day long

by Aldo Kraas

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Lol. I think I understand his meaning. I guess a murky morning could be like trying to look through a jar of pickle juice.......but I have to admit that I love the title of this poem! I was hoping for a scary, spooky write! Instead I got pickles.....