Ghost Road

published in Sidereality

The road is straight

there is nothing between us


the clouds could be hills

only they travel to us


puffs of wind like a prickly coat


your face like the moon I can't see

--  dark, full of sly phantoms


my eyes, swollen twice their size

the eyes of a bedeviled magician


I tell you,

Don't fret, little girl


Day is breaking

-- goes the old song


Sing it with me,

hop-skipping over nerveless stones 


Day is broken, she sings 


Happy girl,

followed by a broken road


Nothing to keep you

Nothing to make you run away


No memory

older than you are