Friday, April 5, 2019

ghosts

there are still ghosts
and i find myself in conversation
with so many of them

we take our time over coffee
or as i walk the river valley trails
or on the commute to or from work

they cross the lake
to where i sit fishing
and wear familiar faces

i take them in my arms
and kiss their foreheads

it leaves my mouth burning
and my hands numb