In a Fog
Like a cloud
with acrophobia,
the fog sits close
to the ground.
Our eyes search
for the everyday
sights we take
for granted--
a stop sign,
a street light,
the road ahead.
We will not
see them again
until the fog
conquers its fear
and begins to lift.
How do someone else's fears impact us?
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