Haunting
(Part II)

Swinging on rusted planks
with the moonlight breeze,
where laughing frolicking kiddies
in sweet elation
hang by on brighter days.
An aimless spectre stroll
around quiet lamps,
where lovers' clothes rumpled
and hands clasped around waists
forge sleepy symmetry.
Another limpid body sprawl
on cold concrete the pavillion lay,
which holds repose for morning joggers
and the minute sprinkle of water
for their runned bodies.

Ghosts of yesteryears passed-
they haunt driftwood park like
hungry ravens for breathless action.
And the patrons who sometimes see
their diaphanous contours
find millstones around fragile necks.
For they march in mindless misery along the copse
in their gelid transparent unifroms,
with their breaths (if-any), icicle-forming.
And along the stained-bench and quashed flowers
weary of these interloping living souls-
they twist the sinews of these hearts
and crush the minds of living art.
For we could never escape their scrutiny;
when the ghosts' eyes staid cast on us
and their touch chilling to the bone.

Their presence so telling;
they would never leave us alone
never move on
never die.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 12:27 am