Me I
am not 
haunted by 
ghosts vestiges 
of some 
past trinkets 
relics books 
or baubles
pictures caged 
in frames 
of isolation 
moments trapped 
in the 
snarls and 
snares of
the jaws 
of safekeeping 
I rather 
wander amongst 
strangers of
the living 
angels then 
of the 
future not 
the fallen 

If one 
were true
there would 
be no
need for 
lies a
wheel that
is needs
no pedal 
to turn 

*sigh think
look far
off afield 
at nothing 
but wonder
feel breeze
bringing better 
sun creeps 
past eaves 
its warmth 
adds hope 
it’s quiet 
this wandering 
and waning 
summer afternoon 

Interesting when
nothing’s wrong 
something needs 
to be 
rather than 
sitting in
quiet peace 
toes dipping 
softly in
the mind
races like 
squirrels knowing 
where nuts 
might be 
they must 
be aren’t 
they here
though huh

Distracted like 
a dog 
hearing engines
and wondering 
if Bobby’s
finally home 
like a
student looking 
one way 
then another 
for the 
postman knowing 
the letter 
is near
like a 
lover listening 
to the 
shower curtains 
swoosh and 
hairbrush knowing 
that deliciousness 
is nigh