Ghost on the Rocks
This creek cradles your spirit
as a spliff adds blankets
to the crisp air which quilts you
Sitting on these rocks
your hand guided a pen
across the woods
within a journal
Allowing it to glide
just as the ghost
your body surrendered
watches this terrain
harboring swamps
painted by rain
Your face appears in dreams
guiding the life force
through the annals
of a crime scene
A bench dedicated to a benefactor
is one your specter shares
You are a phantom
finding justice
within the woods
where good people
pay their respects to you
You will not die
a final death
for your name and legacy
exists on altars
Your memories are imbued
with your face forever
etched upon the surface
of a grimoire page
The soul of Willow
is within you now
And now
you are
within me
Jack M. Freedman is a poet and spoken word artist from Staten Island, NY. He penned the chapbooks Never Lick the Spoon and Tobias. Publications featuring his work span North America, Europe, Southeast Asia, and Western Africa.
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