For this topic, I couldn't help thinking of the wind, somehow. The wind and the Grand Canyon.
Written for a Halloween contest! I'd love any and all comments ;)
"A Kiss for a Ghost, Not Given"
I remember the bar in Ocracoke,
the chill that came like a wind from the Southwest
as he told me where he was from.
There was a moment when he looked me in the eye
and I could see my walk
one morning along the southern edge of the Canyon,
my hurried scramble from the oracle-birds
that had guided my steps
—and a moment of realization in the car
when I had rejected him, and, heading for the highway,
found my eyes searching the rearview mirror,
hoping not to meet his gaze.
Written for a Halloween contest! I'd love any and all comments ;)
"A Kiss for a Ghost, Not Given"
I remember the bar in Ocracoke,
the chill that came like a wind from the Southwest
as he told me where he was from.
There was a moment when he looked me in the eye
and I could see my walk
one morning along the southern edge of the Canyon,
my hurried scramble from the oracle-birds
that had guided my steps
—and a moment of realization in the car
when I had rejected him, and, heading for the highway,
found my eyes searching the rearview mirror,
hoping not to meet his gaze.
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