Come Out Swinging

Off the blacktops
Of the roadways
Rises a white fog
That’s visible only
When headlights pierce it
Another product of
These Mid-Atlantic summers
The extremities’ ice
Creeps slowly back
As you drag your feet
Through the mist
Like skulking or shoegazing
And the hems of your jeans fray
Under the soles of so worn-in sneakers
And as you approach the door
Remember to come out swinging