“Did a lot of work in this town years ago.”
I wander the city, a ghost,
Remembering those who wandered with me.
Some now dead, which is sad,
Some just gone;
Which is worse.
Down East 9th from the water and new stuff,
To the bottom.
Buildings are still here, otherwise named or purposed.
This was this, this was that.
Was I ever here? in this one?
What’s that? Is that where I went to the
With the thick wafers and sweet red wine.
Did she live there?
He worked here on the tenth floor.
Did we lunch over there?
Was it raining?
I remember an umbrella and puddles.
Does anyone see me as I walk by?
Nobody’s busy today-not this early.
They could, if they cared to look.
I’ll touch one of them,
See if they notice.
Would I have?
Back when I had substance and bustled
Rather than wandered?
The news box lies empty and open,
Broken on its side.
Gulls peck calmly at popcorn
Strewn in the gutter
As I pass by dragging my shadow behind.
© – TDR 2019