ghost sonnet 1

bare trees and brown lawns
and then the sun
forgotten in the february sky

the flowers on the
dining room table

the shadows cast by wires

by silent houses

and one road leading
to the cemetery and one
to the river and this man sitting
motionless in a parked car

this woman staring at him
from a second story window

turns to me and says
i'm cold but
makes no move to get dressed

just sings quietly to herself
in whatever small light
we have left

~

words: John Sweet, NewYork (the bleeding horse, avenged)
picture: Joe Labbate, Colorado (joesart)