Pulling out of the lot
falling into the fog
enveloped by its stillness
its wet blanket
lost to the noise in the houses,
the people on the street
Lights on, with little effect
wiper blades needing replacement
too weak for the thin film
the hint of rain remaining
Melt into the night,
down the highway
lines, edges all muted
in the still wet night
January 5, 2007 20:26
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,060+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Into the Fog
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Raymond A. Foss
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