PARADISE THESE DAYS

inside the gate
lush trees low hills and lowlands
ocean air, birdsong and ocean light
inside the gate
a land defined by fences
cleansed of memory
decorated with new dreams
new dread of a coming dark
that brings no dawn

GHOSTS LIVE AMONG US
(For B.B.)

ghosts live in us

see them or not
ghosts do their work

let them
they are ours