this morning there was a slow fog over our city
some bridges sloped in and out of it
great structures held stone poses
grey enveloped, blurring lines
its void-ness of color demanded pause
heavy and weightless
retreating later, it reclaimed its phantoms.
some bridges sloped in and out of it
great structures held stone poses
grey enveloped, blurring lines
its void-ness of color demanded pause
heavy and weightless
retreating later, it reclaimed its phantoms.
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