Greycastle IV

The streets lie wrapped in a floating mist as

The fog from the river coils about fire

Hydrants and street lamps

Jealously guarding its resting places

With cool beads of water

brushing against them my sleeves

come away wet

Sinuous movements give subtle hints

Of people quietly moving behind

These liquid pearl walls

And when a figure emerges--looms before

Me-- each time I'm sure that it's you

And each time I must release my

Intaken breath with unabated disappointment

As another stranger passes by

Every night for the last week

The fog has flowed in and I

Have walked the streets alone

the eyes of city misted over

to match my own

Ah how I miss you chérie

A taxi noses by me and

Slips away into the fog

Christopher J. Cramer

November 1982