CASPER
THE FRIENDLY GHOST
This new weather opens
on a silent hinge with you
as its famous protagonists.
In a blizzard of a hundred
demeanours you people the air
with the many white
gestures your body
made in room after room
darkening on the stairs
throwing a door open
to the light, striding in
bending gently over a bed.
The storm turns inland.
The large white flakes fall.
Each one stars your face
dissolving on the road.
They pause for a mild unmoving
moment of celebrity
hovering like the one or two
desultory pictures
in the paper I'm leafing through
on my way to work.
on a silent hinge with you
as its famous protagonists.
In a blizzard of a hundred
demeanours you people the air
with the many white
gestures your body
made in room after room
darkening on the stairs
throwing a door open
to the light, striding in
bending gently over a bed.
The storm turns inland.
The large white flakes fall.
Each one stars your face
dissolving on the road.
They pause for a mild unmoving
moment of celebrity
hovering like the one or two
desultory pictures
in the paper I'm leafing through
on my way to work.
