When the fog began to clear off, I noticed that the reflection of a tree in the smooth water of an overflowed bank, six hundred yards away, was stronger and blacker than the ghostly tree itself.
faint spectral trees
dimly glimpsed
through the shredding fog
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found haibun from Life on the Mississippi (1883) by Mark Twain, Chapter 51: “Reminiscences”
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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