there’s something beyond this fog
so ominous in the depths of february
when ice should be hanging from
our eyelashes
we both wish it were cold
for else how can we hold each other
for we burn so bright
in this dampness
is it here to keep us
under control
oppressive as it rolls in
over the mountains
early each morning
too early for headlights
we wait in the center of the abandoned streets
as fog engulfs us like an old friend
swirling around our fragile egos
a cushion for what is coming
when the sun burns that cushion off
it waits perched on his shoulder
yes him
standing at the corner
holding off what’s left of the fog
while we scurry away
- photo by author
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
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