Poem: The Ghost Town

The unmistakable music of time powers the town,

lighting the lamp posts that reflect in the water.

You squeeze my hand tight while I show you

my favorite places.

Winds billow while spirits list gently around the courtyard.

The sea foam paint coat of the rocky bluffs hides the erosion.

Nothing dies here anymore.

Not at the hands of night nor at the claws of the hunt.

The waves have washed all the bones away.