artifacts
Tuesday, January 8th, 2008We’re driving on a backroad,
somewhere upstate, late night.
You were telling me the story
of a ghost of an old woman,
who appeared to travellers
on nights just like this.
We stop the car, waiting,
heads of magnolia bowing
nearby, heavy with spring:
we snap photos. I don’t remember
who it was, who was standing there
beside me then, who I was writing
so many […]