Atlanta Fog

In the dripping foggy cold
the dirty night sky
traps the light of the city
in its miserly grasp

The glare of streetlamps
viscous with the weight of the fog
seeps downward
glistening on the pavement
slick with oil and rain

In this sulphurous miasma
where natural color is distorted or lost
cars pass...
occasionally stopping
at the dented sign

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I wrote this very close to the beginning of the end of my marriage, but I really didn't see what it was about then.