The Happy Haunt

I was leaps and bounds from---

yesterday

on chariots

above scaffolds

and window washers

and everything painful down below

I came face to face with the fog---

and we were newfound friends

with a former misunderstanding

all a splendid phenomenon

indiscernible until sunset

From here--

things were getting iffy

We were all embalmed with the good intentions of the Fata Morgana