reflection on stagnant water

urban legend

urban truck stop

 

urban reflections

 

concentrated urban population

about that fog

yes, it's always foggy here.

the white thickness

uncovers shapeless gray almost-somethings

that fade away like the end of a song

and today another apparition...

not vague at all this ancient one!

what brought it into view?

was it the aroma of hot food from the little cook house?






















did it rise against the staccato clapping of the metal horse shoes beating the pavement?

was it drawn to the bright blue color humming by?

maybe the ancient beast just wanted to be seen, noticed

and allowed to be

after the storm