Fog Covers the City

What can’t be seen in the opaque is love, is stress-

fueled rage of racing to ready for work,

is two policemen stuck in the Starbucks line,

is a second city of improvised tents

amongst which folks have ceased

to shout curses, is the one cool dude

who wears shades against the hope of sunlight,

is a lonely man craving a moment of contact,

is a lonely woman in need of ghost hands,

is a lonely man, is a lonely man, is a lonely woman,

is a lonely buckshot scattering of people

who can’t find each other in the mist,

is a bank teller checking her watch,

is a barista scrolling Facebook on his phone,

is a dog that barks into the void,

is an ambulance that cries out at a red light

then goes silent, is a cast of actors

reading from a script of many silences.