Monday’s dawn fog-burn
from
mind and sky
Monday’s dawn fog-burn
from
mind and sky
Beneath the city’s foggy
shroud its most
innocent undercover work
Fog thick like
meringue a
yolkless weather joke
Fog descending
Planes rising
Temporary truce
Fog thins and thickens
the closer, the farther away
Over there, I disappear
Monday morning
fog the
weekend’s hangover
Smog or fog
Smoke and mist at
the wind’s pleasure