Marilyn Singer, Author

Illustrated by: Deborah Kogan Ray
Published by: Macmillan
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Trees have no tops

   in the fog

Bridges have no bottoms

Steeples rise like silent rockets

   frozen in space

Street lights float

   like UFOs

No one is your friend

   in the fog

The sky is a liar

The ground is a sneak

All footsteps belong to strangers

   even your own

The fog is

   a river with no direction

   a dream with no doors

When it lifts without a whisper

   you forget that it was ever there

     except for a tiny tickle in your mind

            a trace of goosebumps

              on your skin




Copyright © 1994 by Marilyn Singer

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