The Ghost in my Car

I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car

Not exactly him but some likeness, a ghost from afar.

I can’t exactly see him clear

But either way it’s nice to have him near

I’ll tell him stuff about my life

And he nods and makes positive sounds

I can’t exactly hear him

But either way it’s nice to have him around

I glance...

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Lizards scatter with small stones

as he trips up the mountain road,

kalderimes are too bumpy now.

He's been here before

a thousand feet above nut town 

where crumbling churches 

send peels of God down 

to the sea. 

He's been here before.

'Are there cicadas?....  I don't hear them.'

Higher...

White scree falls recall…

sodden sum...

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