“laureate”
i believe
a ghost to be hiding
in the chinese lantern
folded and cold in my hall closet.
i hear it laughing,now and again,
when i walk by.
it happens, more often than not,
when the moon has been drinking
and i’m full & unencumbered by clouds.
i wonder if he’s a poet.
this place could really use one.
4.19.21