Poetry

To Summon His Spirit Back from the Dead

She fills a bag with chicken and cheese,

spring water, red wine, strong brandy,

then pulls on boots and sets out fast,

hoping his ghost can keep on calling

to help her find the way. She follows

snow, she follows the sheen of his

ashes between shadow and light 

singing Brother o brother where art thou

to the tune of his favorite jazzy song. 

At last there he is with winter eyes

in the middle of time’s muddled world,

that glimmer of his old twisted smile

humming Maybe, baby, I loved you once

but it’s sure been quite awhile.

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