Early Works - Misty City

City’s lights like dotted jewels glow and blink on night’s velvet gown mist of white blanket creates ghostly shapes under light. Foghorn in bay like monster’s roar breaks silence in the city’s white crown people, collars hugging neck wander on their forever trek. Quiet cities, misty city, city by the bay, listen to the monster baying at your open door. “Let us in. Let us in.” they say and blares another trumpet blast. “Let us in. Let us in.”. Your white guardian to pass. Sleeping city, misty city, city with halo crown people in their pastures lay arms unfurled on bodies round. Silent demands on shadows lay across the still waters of the bay. Ghostly crown holds no pity welcomes no one to the misty city. 15 June 1978