Chapter Text
Ghosts
Early May, calm before heat
Further east of busy streets
Rests a mountain, laid in pines (where)
Birdsongs of the robins chime
Past the fog of summer rains
And the breeze holds springtime haze
(of) Petrichor and earthy tastes
I saw shadows as I gazed:
Men of yore came eons back (and)
Passed these mountains, bare and scrag
False year, false hour yet same day
Some time ago early May
Men before men
Who came to be
Could they all love
As much as me?
The green of grass
The stones at ease?
The songs of robins
The warmth of breeze?
Could they also see
The ghosts of other men
Lost in the trees?
