Fog

Sadie is fog sifting through
memory trees, dripping like tears
from cedar boughs.

A coastal trail weaves
like a dipper's song
through sword ferns and moss

covered logs. On a chill Tuesday
Sadie walks the trail north
to Third Rock and faces

lurking sharps,
her ghost uncouples
and enters the rain forest shadows.

Grumbling surf swallows footfalls
and bird calls,
Sadie drifting through the trees.