Figures in bathing suits play in the mist

Sand, sea and shore are all lost in mist

Ships calling out to one another make sad

sounds from the depths of the mist

Sunbathers, lying in mist, watch

bathers bathe in the mist

The town’s in the mist, the traffic’s in mist

The old and the young, the children

the cars and the dogs, the cycles

umbrellas, the policemen in mist

Fat people, thin people waddle and

float and tread warily in mist

Seagulls and seaweed, fishes and crabs

swim, float, paddle, skedaddle in mist

Horses, saddled in mist, are

galloped in mist and tumble in mist

breaking their legs and their necks

in the mist

A tall crane lowers out of the mist

swinging loads through the mist

above lost souls lost in the mist

I’m lost in the mist, in the

midst of the mist

near an unlit lighthouse sending loud

warnings in the mist about rocks which

lurk in the water in mist

The figures go on playing in the mist

throw their balls and their Frisbees in mist

fall, trip and dive in the mist – and yet

somehow, stay alive in the mist

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