fog: crawling
swirling
delicately settled
on the old mansions
and post-modern
skyscrapers.
early risers, with sleepy
eyes and steaming coffee,
inhale the light mist.
from above, the fog lends
a softening filter to
the stark harshness of
the concrete jungle.
maybe in an hour
the sun will shine through,
but for now the embalming brume
blankets her beloved metropolis.