Ice Storm in Toronto (with Carl Sandburg)

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We could say the ice arrives leaping like a cat.

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And the cat silently contemplates windows and branches

before moving on.

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My simple paraphrase reworking the short poem Fog. To address recent weather: silver & luminous with shattered trees & a million people without power. Upon us like a thief in the night.

Fog by Carl Sandburg:

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One question I would ask Carl Sandburg, whose answer would intrigue me greatly: Baudelaire or Scarborough Fair? 

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