I'd like to come over and play.
It's a little cool here by the ocean.
I'd like to stretch out for a bit
where it's a little warmer.
It like coming east.
It's fun traveling over the bay
and toward the foothills,
warming in your light embrace.
You can do that magic trick
where you make me invisible.
Then we can do it all over again
tomorrow, if that's okay with you.
This morning the sun said yes to the fog.
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This poem was written in response to the noble and fruitful sharing prompt at Big Tent Poetry. I borrowed a line - "This morning the sun said yes to the fog." - from Linda Jacobs. You can read her poems at Linda's Poems. I encourage you to check out the very last show time at Big Tent Poetry.