To wander about as a ghost
Is that all you know
Or choose to know
Being hollow and
Letting it wash
Through you
Leaves you intact
But as a ghost having
Gone nowhere, still
In the familiar grays
When I see you in my
Minds’ eye, I see
Through you, to the
Dusty marble fountain
You stand in front of
You’re looking at the
Moon, your side profile
To me, the thickest part
Of your physical being
Yet all I discern is
The cold breeze blowing
Beech leaves past the
Fountain
The moss growing
In it’s cracked facade
Is nice