You know I might not stay
It’s likely, people like me
We are ghosts, here one moment
Then, a whispery breeze tickling a tree
—
My surreptitious entrance
An early arrival, but I’m already gone
Swept away in a cloud-face
Gracefully, a majestic swan
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A person’s worth is not on any ledger
Incalculable and wholly personal
No bank would use as collateral
But more than one man’s downfall
—
At night, the usual visions arrive
Circling over me like a ghost
Pointing the way, or just sway
Raising a hollow cup, a toast
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My time burns off like an early mist
Sooner, rather than later I will go
Disappearing, but not forgotten
Remembered as a foreshadow
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