someone
my great-
great-grandfather's ghost
maybe
whispers in my ear -
hold your isness in
as best you can;
today, let your wasness
loose
to walk with you.
your soon-to-be
counts for nothing
smoky magic tricks
and tarot cards
guessing in solitaire.
frame the day
in finite recollection
of yesterday, back and back to the
beginning.
my great-
great-grandfather's ghost
maybe
whispers in my ear -
hold your isness in
as best you can;
today, let your wasness
loose
to walk with you.
your soon-to-be
counts for nothing
smoky magic tricks
and tarot cards
guessing in solitaire.
frame the day
in finite recollection
of yesterday, back and back to the
beginning.
1 comment:
There can be no doubt that you are a poet. None. I don't know that I have ever, uh, actually told you that.....and we've been in touch and writing for only, what...well, more than 30 years. My dear and old friend (old and dear?)I wonder what this new year holds for us, and everyone else anywhere near this blog (and the other blog) as old friends?
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