Fog

Send us Fan MailFogShe creeps across the fields, along the emptylanes,beneaththe dripping treesand the fullround,smooth pebbleof darkness,she waits,hesitant,on the edgeof the townthe street lightsflicker, blink,fading underthe grey weightof invisibility,silence greets herand  tiptoes,as she walks across the junctionthe traffic lightson red,stop, stare,ignoredas she peersthrough frosted windows, their blindness,shutteredtemporarily,running outof hours,reflecting her faceblank, expressionless,she moves on,drifting,in cloudsand luminosity,pressing againstgarden wallstilted rooftops,open gates,and the iron railingsalong the edge of a sleeping citypark,she weighs and waits,heavily,sinkinginto the dew ladengrass,and above, as the last starshaunt the passingnight of skythe sun, stretchesseditiously acrossthe thinning blankness,kissing the windlightly,and caressing the fogto sleep. [email protected]