August 17, 2015 (I was 70)
Out of the house before anyone knew
to the post office an
excuse as good as any
then the village hall
library to read a mag
around the school closed
for the summer
across the park behind the
band shell
past the Catholic church
under the water tower
I saw the ghost at the
train trestle underpass
looking for me as he waited
there
to walk alongside under the
tracks
through a neighborhood
where neither of us lived
eager and content in the
presence of mutual silence
The few who greeted him
didn’t see me
The few I knew did not see
him
We walked ‘til twilight in
solitary accord
shared a language of few
words
and sounds that drowned in
darkness
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