Untitled - January 26, 2002

As the evening fog
rolls in from the Bay,
the streetlamps cast
hazy trails
on wet roads.

Through the mist arises
a lone bus stop,
barren, but for
the lone person 
waiting
for the sun to set.

The pitter-patter of the raindrops
was muffled in the dark,
echoing eerily against
hollow stones.