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
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