Over the north bridge this morning-
A grey crane on a half sunken barge,
and I am the color of fog today.

The barge, bloated with water,
sprouts reeds from its center,
& weeds stretch the corner.

Up the shore crushed rocks
ride the thermal of conveyer belts
beyond horizon…

In the bicentennial mall,
at the empty ampitheater,
a woman sits alone & silent before

a spread white blanket, ringed with flowers,
holding two black umbrellas,
and I am the color of fog today.