Into the Fog

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


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