Poems on the Web by Josepha Gutelius

Ghost Road
Josepha Gutelius

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

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Josepha Gutelius