The VISITOR
Meeting his own ghost on the stairway coming down
the old man stood transfixed on the landing
the evening sun slanting in
the empty echo rooms whispering
of yesterdays passed away
the ghost stood looking down
a knowing smile in the shadows passed between them
high over head, above the house , a hawk circled
riding the wind, waiting for the moment
to fold his wings then descend
spiraling into the conversation
the moment is complete
the evening sun slanting in
the empty echo rooms whispering
of yesterdays passed away
the ghost stood looking down
a knowing smile in the shadows passed between them
high over head, above the house , a hawk circled
riding the wind, waiting for the moment
to fold his wings then descend
spiraling into the conversation
the moment is complete
By David Wetzel
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