at the edge of reality,
as if entering
from another
stage.
He is unknown
and unrecognized,
and only disguised
by a hat.
His spectral shape
moves through the night,
and thrives
in a waning light,
until he vanishes
just like
that!
Ask him your answers,
for questions he would tell,
like a rosary's
shining beads.
Donald Jacobson Traxler
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler
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