smoky ghosts, excerpt

pack rat
back pack
snail shell
house

on a bicycle
somewhere between
street light and
day light
finds his way
through chilled morning
still

familiar to him is this
cobblestone grey fog
brackish harbor breath
ghost town

the bike a gift from Lia
who died by mistake
just a thought
for the duration of
bicycle transit
wet before sunrise
still

pack rat
back pack 
snail shell
house

in this way
he carried Lia around with him
on a bicycle 
rattling across cobblestones

All Poems © by Egil Dennerline, 2004