Wednesday, March 14, 2012

night, no stars

the girl lays back on the pavement
staring up at the sky that was her name
obscured in cloud

drags on a cigar
embers falling like stars to singe her sweater
exhales the fog
that swamps the city


  1. This is a beautiful poem--one of your best--so clear & so filled with mystery at the same time. I like this very much!

  2. Reminds me of two teenager girls I know, lying on the shore road, looking up at the sky. Now I know where all our fog comes from.