Beyond the
heavily tinted windows
in the rapidly winter afternoon
the city appeared
to be smoky.

As vaguely defined
at the edges as piles
of ancient ruins entwined
with ivy
shrouded with moss.

The morning sunshine
angled among the needled
branches of the
evergreens
flaring and flickering
across the windshield.
The swift play of bright light
and shadow was frenetic.
The past remained alive....