Akron Civic Theatre


the ghosts come from the floor, gasping
water distilled from a long-drawn drain
i have heard them for centuries
thin filament lining the pipes, bodies
travelling and clicking
to communicate time------
and it is passing.

when i hear them
i don't miss a thing.
nothing comes to nothing leaves
coming in like the door unlatched
the ghosts of them come rushing back
Rushing on, you'd love to stay. the door is closed;
go away.