A true Ghost Story
Duke passed, was cremated put to rest under "his" tree on the Goat-hill, near his goatly friends
Overlooking the house.
It was a nice place to be connected
I bought a lawn-tractor,
The first big independent idea
My car-keys disappeared
Turning up next day on the compost pile.
Weird, we thought
I got my first computer
Joined e-mail groups and socialized
Got confident, had fun
The shower door shattered,
Littering the bathroom with shards of glass.
An e-friend came to visit,
His sun-glasses disappeared, then returned
The onyx cameo in his ring went missing;
Turned up weeks later in the carpet by the front door
Joann and I went to a concert.
the car-keys lost
We and friends and strangers
Searched the car more than once
Abandoned car in parking lot
Got ride home
Next day someone reached under the seat
And found the keys.
Yesterday I played on Facebook,
My cane parked by my desk
Intending to go to the kitchen - no cane
Where did I put it?
It was nowhere to be seen.
Went to the bathroom
Here was the cane
Hanging from the towel-bar.
I have some ideas,
I smudged sage this morning