Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Poem: 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, quadraphonic
Parade of flora and fauna
Waltzing 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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