GHOSTS

GHOSTS

Dreaming in the afternoon

conversations with dear friends

who are

long gone

A sunny day

at Granville Island

soup and coffee

and pie for which it is to die

we talked photography

and trips that might be

and when I reached for a hug

and then he was gone

and I awakened to another dawn

without that man

Johnny “de”

he'd crossed the river of time without me

The rain rattled he window

and my good damned bladder

would not let go

got myself to the loo to do what I had to do

then back to my bed

for more conversations

with the

dead

JWL © 21/01/2016