Ceramic Past the Post

The fog sparkles at the edge of the short
pier faded like the taken the granted the given

Long beyond the teeth of the ocean under
the protection of the orange the bay

Dwell chilly develop less than fully 
your habit of stimulation your addition

To the lost decades contained inside this year
broken glass and hot asphalt the smell of repair

Pair again the street to the street and the sign
to the signal make the hands and confirm

This less bright day middles
like our muddle