Poem: The Ghost Finding His

• (an ‘Enlightened’ found poem – w/ thanks and apologies to Mike White)

To be a ghost is not without pleasure, you are light and can float and are able to slip in and out and be unseen – or seen when only you chose; maybe more heard than seen – if you know what I mean.

There is nothing to lose and no burden to carry because you have so little to hold and so…