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Silver on the 101 (cloudy, unclear)

(Excerpt from Silver: 4 Connotations)

Poem by Jena Ardell

Slinking down the 101
Abrupt stops.
Cherry taillights
explode color
into monotone sky

squinting to see
through silver fog
an infinite amount of steam
sl ug gish ly   sails
into my car
through  open  windows

constant streams
of streetlights
slur into the air
as we
(this fog,  these strangers, myself)

sit in the San Fernando Valley
sedated.
wondering what minuscule detail
will distinguish this day
from the last

Published in L.A. Weekly, 2/10/12, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Photo: Sushmaa, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED