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Wednesday, December 15, 2021

poem

Twisted brown ghosts 
Swirl in the street
Then one direction up
Then down to the corner
Some jump around
The railings of the ramp
I sit waiting for their message
A few dance up to me
Who wonders what they think
Of a man who enters
His 71st year
They only had one summer
Each screaming their green joy
In the sun whose trip
Brought warmth to this town
Now life bent them
Into dry curved phantoms
That haunt me in a fall wind
There is no moaning
Or distant vocal tunes
They have no mouths
But speak to me of days ahead
When they will crumble
Like my old bones 
In coming years
Around whose porch will I be blown

Barry G Wick

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