there's thunder like a rumor in the air all day
or maybe the ghost train on its way
it's impossible to tell are they staying or going
portmanteaus at hand or is this a haunted land
or is it kind of a spell when waiting is alleviated
by the sound effects of storms
or are we forewarned
like sailors on these ships of dust
who long ago had turned to rust
packing it all in, heave desert anchors, ho!
still wondering where the wave begins
the shore retreats beating the querulous question sweet
like an ineffectual drum
ghost armies on the run
does anybody know
did anyone ever show up
at the depot to meet you?
mary angela douglas 25 july 2022
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