I saw him. He was dressed in black…
That person drew attention in the throng…
The lap of his unbuttoned leather coat
flapped in the wind. I was too sad
to recognize the ghost from the deep past…
I looked up. He looked at me, exhaled the dust
of the tight squeezed lit cigarette.
There was not smell… The ghost just looked and smiled…
He walked. The pants-legs fluttered, they were wide.
I saw him… He is free, not dead…
07:13
[15] 16 ìàÿ 2024
by Thea Ariss