23 January 2012

Walking through Lexington Market on Monday Morning

Fog settles,
Cotton batting over
crushed peanut shells,
chicken bones gnawed
to marrow, bottle caps
and cigarette nubs,
ash ground into asphalt
cracked and broken,
cardboard sheets propped
against the alley wall,
one man’s home.

Fog settles,
a temporary shroud
to the day.



1 comment:

  1. your stone is amazing, Linda! I love the image of fog as a temporary shroud


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