Ghost Town
The City is full of Ghosts Not the dead kind The impressions of existence Left behind. Rarely do we see the signs Like Coyote Never revealing her constant Presence. She only comes out when No one else can observe her.
Yet, as I walk out in the Quiet snow this morning An entire ecosystem reveals its passage by… The rabbit who I've never seen On my street Has walked around my car Looking for what I might Have dropped to eat.
Many, many people whose paths Are clear from footprints In and out of their houses. The robins and finches who Have come for morning meal.
All is silent but I know they are there Revealed by their impressions…
Like Racoon and Coyote Solo trails without human companion The handish print and claws And the canine with no walker.