Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Fog

A fog drenched city
has stolen my heart
and crept into my bones
pounding its way into my marrow-
that same tired anticipation
or dread
that trapped me in another life
I look at the landscape made of
faces made of
billions of pores made of
people's tired expressions
Life bouncinng off of
not radiating from
multicolored masks
and I see all this
through stolen glances
on streets dimly lit
and hope
for some sunshine to filter
through the fog

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