….

It’s a long, long way
to yesterday,
a whole lot of water
now gone.

An uncle once said,
It”s been a good day.
It comes out in the wash
when all done.

~
There are triolets here,
a couple more there –
then, bit by bit,
disappear.

I remember it most,
the Real wholly ghost!
a feeling one gets
when not there.

It hovers and hangs,
shudders and strains;
then it stops, like a rock
in mid air.

~
A death had been done;
it was handled with care.
The plane was all boarded,
but going nowhere.

And the voices I heard
were border-line weird,
when one of them says,
“Hey!”
You had to be there!

~
And that’s when she passed
in all her allure:
A black sequined dress,
with gray and white hair.

She was plainning on leaving;
but her mind wasn’t there.
Drugs were on board;
she was going nowhere.

I wanted to tell her
how much I cared;
but she couldn’t see me,
nor knew I was there.

~
The last to the plane,
then it all disappeared!
A Real wholly ghost,
now gone in thin air.

And nothing was left,
but the somber affair
of someone left single,
that once was a pair.

All that remains
is some memory where
a phantom experience,
was hung in mid air.
….

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

20 October 2013. Revised 22 Oct 2014.