Emily Carr - fog

it’s something lovely,
sucking

a web.

I’ve forgotten how
to do this,

waiting.

asterisking the thick grey
soup of sky,

a word moves.

across the chrome & glass
couch, caulk cocoon.

is it you.

tiles & cursive neon,
cracked even

as crowds replace
the workmen.

place, re-place.

what comes between
us grants things their

shine.