FoggyBialys

I awoke to fog
certainly in my mind 
but outside as well 
And like my mind 
things I held familiar 
disappeared behind the curtain 
like a child playing 
Eventually coffee and sun
seared off remaining gloom 
and I spied you 
emerging from Denver’s despair 
bag of bialys and 
jam in hand waving 
across the parking lot 
good morning handsome man