The Fog

by krstaten

like ghosts
laid down, sprawled out,
breathed deep, made themselves
bigger; opened wide
their mouths and swallowed
up the city
buses; draped
their ethereal jackets
over all the apartment buildings;
let themselves freeze
in the January air
leaving layers
of skin
on the roads
and on the windows;
all so you and I
could have this quiet morning;
like the dead do care
after all.