In the mist
The concrete tower blocks
Rise like shimmered giants
Grotesques with softened edges
Shifting in the curls.
In the mist
Dogs appear wraith-like in the park
Spectral hounds
With imagined jaws
Dripping in the whorls.
In the mist
A train rumbles and glides
Like a dragon of old
Headlight eyes blaze
Snorting in the coils.
In the mist
Crowds assemble like ghosts
And vanish, forming shapes
Like clouds and smoke
Shrouded in the eddies.
In the mist
There are two cities
One real, one on the eye’s edge
In the half-seen corners
Shadows in the swirls.
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