My ghost’s primary victory speech
I will first ask the mountains to stop counting.
Four hours after midnight I will wake my body.
I have done this a lot lately but he can’t take a hint.
I will say first I am happy nobody could be here tonight
Next I will say first nothing has been certified
Nothing has been sanctioned nothing needs to be
Said first I will say that first and then I will move
My body’s finger across the lever of night
I will do that first because nothing comes next
So it all has to be said first and hasn’t he said it
All already can’t he wake up long enough to
Lie by the open window looking nowhere
Through the silence of mountains and
See where this is going and do the math
There’s only one ballot to count but
So loud In their spring are the starlings
One like for your poem, and one for the photograph.
I’ll be reading this one through again
Thanks! I could take photos of those ghostly leaf-light shadows all day.
I love it.
But it is painful. And those Starlings never give up.
They do not.
Vote eerily and often. I’m sharing this on Facebook.
Thanks man! Finally spring up in Ithaca?
Yes, finally — and I do mean finally. It was a long time coming, but the redbuds are blossoming and the trees are starting to leaf out.
I’m still searching for that lever of night. Dammit!