Poem: Chasing Ghosts

By Jack Brummet 

1
The scenery whirls by
In a drunken Gaussian Blur
Until I slow it down
And watch it unravel
In a multi-colored, quadrophonic
Parade of flora and fauna
Spinning Venn Diagrams
Around each other.

2
I quit chasing ghosts,

But once in a while

I look over my shoulder
And find a face in the crowd,
With a sad smile and a halo. 
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