my cigar

burns
into the foggy night
stuck in a crack in the window sill
my neighbor's window
it is dimly lit
behind the blinds

then
a grey skateboarder floats by
his hair a black silhouette against the grey parking lot
too cloudy
too cloudy
those curls

the
sensations, mingled with sound pearls
like a necklace forming a song
so familiar yet updated to a new now
how i miss you so

still

like
echos that come before
the voice. i know this was a trick by Eddy Kramer or so
gracing Robert Plant's impact

geez. you. cloudy you. how i love you.