Summer Shroud

Slow my gait
for the shroud hangs
heavy in the Albany Sky
it comes every evening
hangs over us here
like a canopy
gray and thick
gauzy and wet
bend to look up
but walking too fast
slow the lurch forward
steady the pace into tomorrow
there's really no hurry
can't avoid this massive screen
impervious opaque
it'll be here all summer
so might as well walk with it