I have never seen a ghost.
I hope one has seen me.
I do believe I have felt
an impressive dedication
for me to have felt the presence
of one, but I cannot say for sure.
As I look out my window at the
wet and very grey afternoon,
I see how the many naked branches
could provide a very fine harbor
for my eyes to finally appreciate
the traveling of someone no longer
with us. IN the flesh and blood.
For now I’ll consider the steady rain as
a reminder of my affection for the unknown.