Monday, November 1, 2021

Ghosts Are Whatever Comes Up

Three years ago,
The water was
So low only
A pool remained

You could wade through
In ten steps, in
A pan of dirt
That said, desert.

It’s a little
Better this fall.
Someone just caught
A fish. The ramp

Ends at the edge
Of the wavelets.
It’s still living
History yet.

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