A voice on a radio,
Playing music
In the background.
My ghosts and I
Don’t want to be noticed,
Only porous:
Dark and invisible
As rain at night,
Black leaves in a rain barrel,
Midges
Floating down
Throught street lamps;
Butterflies
From a crown of trees,
Black as a piano
Black as the keys,
Black as notes
On a staff
Or words on a page,
Blacker than autumn nights
More desolate than these...
Blacker than gone,
When the Moon’s
Behind clouds
And there’s only me.