Damn

The lone moonbeam finds its way

Through the high fog, 

Masking the tops of the firs

Lining the shoreline past the dock.

We wade together, not silent, but with hushed tones.

I with my coffee and you, your canteen.

Water lapping the concrete 

Invading my thoughts 

As we unknowingly step off the shelf

Into the abyss.

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