we drove home at dusk
from our day of errands
and dreaming over coffee
the sunset was hidden by
the foggy veil that showed
us only enough road to
to keep us moving along
every turn of the tires
pushed back the curtain
enough for another step
as we talked about what
we had to do tomorrow
and how the foggy chill
had gotten in our bones
the cars we saw coming
out of the fog thought
we were doing the same
maybe they were going
home just as we were
where the fog ends
and the lights are on
Peace,
Milton
