“James Still’s Ghost” by Kevin Blankenship

Met James Still’s ghost today-

He said nothing,
No wisdom from places
We cannot reach.

No words from the breech
Where light and dark worlds collide.

He only
Tipped his hat with
The blowing of leaves,
Smiled with eyes
Of blue violet,
Waved goodbye with the
Blowing of goldenrod.

-Kevin Blankenship

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