Shapes in the Fog

He split the kindling painfully slowly into kindling matchsticks
With his hunting knife
He did hard time for killing his best friend
With his hunting knife

Mr. Fluorescent bike rider came fifteen minutes late
He always does he is reliable
Only this time
He also left fifteen minutes early

Mrs. My divorce is worse than yours
Talked about her mentally ill daughter
And son
and husband
She says she is OK though thank god!

We look at each other expectantly
Who will move next?
We thank each other for helping each other
And then we motor away

Shifting shapes elusively emerge
The fog so wistfully drapes
The sun tries to break through the mystery
Mr. Florescent biker man pulls the hill