ANONYMOUS
She said,
“I believe in ghosts. Friendly ones,
The kind that wear worn-out sneakers
And mysterious corduroy trousers,
Frolicking invisibly
In once-tidy leaf piles, scattering
Orange like sparks through the air.
I believe in twilight ghosts
In misty mantles,
Clinging to their scraps of earth-bound cloud
Like Adam and Eve
As they steal over the dying
Garden patch.
And I believe in ghosts like you and me
Sitting
(And sleeping)
In the hallways and bus stops,
Feeling a chill deeper than wind,
Wishing someone
Would sit down and talk awhile.”
She said, “Surely you’ve seen all these?”
I believe in ghosts now too.