what wanders out of the soup
is not always good for the ol’
fillet of the soles: be mindful then
the fog brings closer more
of the unseen – except
in negative relief
what wanders out of the soup
is not always good for the ol’
fillet of the soles: be mindful then
the fog brings closer more
of the unseen – except
in negative relief

Northbound train
materializing out of the fog
erased back into it
this is the time of watchmen
the time of switchmen
the time of drawbridge operators
patrolling the edges of the no-scape
the noise of interstate traffic echoing off downtown buildings
pushed up against the river, against erasure
against
living at the edge of visibility
hoping where a foot is planted is solid
and not one more dream of a new lunar year

Erasure rolls
up – this time in the
form of fog..