I clearly saw the fog descending on the city
Depositing a film of condensation, like pity
Dripping from the awning, her tears drew rivers
Cleansing the morning of the sun’s rising slivers
Forming a path towards the past she can’t escape
Forgotten in words, drawn without shape
The sky grew blue behind the gray phantom
Clarity blew the mind of the blue-eyed one at random
Precisely when ordered in a timely fashion
Expectations demanded she dressed well for passion
Though she never expected his figure to float
Surrounding her flesh with the words that he wrote
His verse carried waves rolling patterns in wet sand
The dew covered beach lost the battle for dry land

02/28/2007

Author's Note: While walking Molly at the dog park, I saw this odd formation in the fog bank that was rolling in over the Golden Gate Bridge and across the bay to where I was standing on the shore, opposite the bridge. The fog builds up off the coast and sits there all afternoon until the sunsets, then as the sun begins to fall over the ocean, the fog suddenly takes off like horses out of the starting gate. It comes barrelling across the bay and soaks everything in a cold layer of moisture. Usually it is a predictable line across the sky with no outstanding features, but this one time there must have been some wind currents pushing there way through the bank. The first formation resembled a woman flying across the sky. Then what appeared to be a cloaked figure, like death, emerged behind her. Unfortunately the figures dispersed before I had a chance to get my camera out and take a picture.

Posted on 03/01/2007
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