Poetry Porch: Poetry


 

A GHOST STORY: ONE RAINY DAY
by Robert K. Johnson

back when none
of our goodbyes

was a last goodbye,
you and I strolled

through the MoMA
like pleased proprietors

because our love
owned the whole world.

Returning today,
I stop to stare

at the black strands
of hair the wind

canít blow away
in Christinaís World

and to welcome the pain
of finding you

standing beside me
again.


Copyright © 2008 by Robert K. Johnson.