The Spirit

One last visit,
chance to make it worthwhile
there it goes again,
moving slowly
crouched as an old man in arthritis,
waiting in line for his pay check
from the amusement park.

The spirit feels different from other things:
It doesn't feel the way that I used to.
It doesn't seem to care about what you think.

If it had a face, a body,
it would turn to me and shrug
fading like music
or poetry of the sweetest kind.

March 19