Breath of light.
Steam and sun.
People swarm.
Crowds undone.
Salty air outside the pane,
Steam ascends — it bares its fangs in vain.
Faces fade, just shades remain:
Gray, black, white, and black again.
Paths divide — the silence chokes,
And roaring winds assault with strokes.
Silence,
The space constrains.
Penguin-people stomp the shards of life’s decay.
I run, too — swept away.
03.08.2009
