MANY times, more than twice
I have seen,
the ghosts of family, friends,
and then some whose faces
that I did not know…
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance
they are silky touch, feather
breath, and opal eye
outside of the tick-tock
of father-time
It is most inappropriate to ask
of them, to state their business
or intended pleasure
Extend your politeness over scorn,
I say!
:: 09-19-2013 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 