under domes of light
only thing clear in the fog
rows of cars for sale
under domes of light
only thing clear in the fog
rows of cars for sale
hooded man cycling
nursing cig and narrow path
vision from my youth
in one staggered line
five geese glide low overhead
stillness in their wake
sudden hush on street
the only audible sound
feet pounding pavement
awake in a fog
under cover of darkness
long awaited rain