Fog:

Fog sunk in like gravity sags skin

Thick enough to cut

Lightened by car horns and tail lights

The drawbridge opens

For sailors blue hale

Cotton sails closed in tightly

Rusting cages skimmed green with seaweed

Parked cars waiting to pass

Jones Beach fireworks, cancelled

Boardwalk honeymooners

Clear water down to the white sand

Rough waters, stuffed flounders

Glimpses of blue sky's

Hidden brush, Cap Tree's midnight fishers.

East Coast Long Island

Memories hidden within folds of history

Torn down house built upright with no rhythm to its reason