No, I’m not growing taller,
I’m just getting closer to you as I walk.
Soon we’ll be together again,
Face to face.
But friend, that’s just my body.
My ghost is sitting down by Putah Creek,
Dangling his ghost feet in the cold, green water.
My, such a long winter.
A strange old man catches
my eye and holds
my attention as he peers
out of my mirror.
Wait - I think
he’s going to speak!
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.