Today's poem is Fog in July by Julianna Kiley. It is read by Gibson Fay LeBlanc.
Fog in July
New old beginnings begin in the fog.
July is a box of water,
Transparent, but thick.
Lists of melancholia line its walls—
Gray beach
Frothing at the mouth
With shell-bone teeth,
Tumble of linens
Dampness seeping
Over clothes-lines,
Cup and saucer whose
Tinkling stopped
A long time ago.
New old beginnings begin in the fog.
I still think you will come
In from the water,
Swirling,
Lay out a towel
Touch each freckle like a star.
By evening, it all
Turns to smoke.
Whose words are these
That I find written in the sand
But my own?