Haze

leaves soft underfoot-
in the dawning mist great oaks
fade into the sky
–
blackbird-
morning fog
through the trees

far down on the street
I look up towards the top floors
enveloped by clouds
–
incoming tide-
the golden gate bridge
draped in fog

families asunder-
buzzards circling high above
the southwest desert
–
riding the smoke-
wild horses
in the distance