
Small town existence
the silence of the morning
echoes through the fog.

Small town existence
the silence of the morning
echoes through the fog.

Down an alleyway;
cold mornings and coffee shops
warm hug in a mug.

Roaming our sidewalks,
awry limbed shadow figures;
paintings no one sees.

Just beyond our reach
small pockets of greenery;
rising sea levels.

Little planes prepare
to face up to Ouranos;
airborne infantry.