And your ghost was seen
exiting a taxi cab
with a Promethean fire
in its eyes
And your ghost was seen
laughing too loud
at a careless remark
on the rooftop patio
of the Stache
And your ghost was seen
clutching an ebony pluot
on Sunday at Pete's
to see just how soft
its tart flesh was
And your ghost was seen
singing gospel a capella
to the tumescent moon
as it rocked itself
to sleep
And your ghost was seen
talking with your coworkers
as they took a break
for a cigarette
and gossip
on the corner of Hollis
and George
And your ghost was seen
rattling a dingy styrofoam
coffee cup begging
for change
under an awning of snow
And your ghost was seen
cradling the payphone
like a new mother
pleading softly
to come home
And your ghost was seen
on several occasions
on the waterfront
past midnight wandering
without you
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