Ghosts
Today we saw the ghosts
In the parking lot,
smoking cigarettes
And stretching their legs
after the long drive
Everything they once owned distilled
to the confines of their Jeep,
Strapped to the roof
Wandering ghosts lost
We looked away distracted and they
Disappeared with their exhaled smoke
Back driving, keeping driving,
until their final resting place
is reached. Not this parking lot
Full of cars and shoppers and indifferent children
Somewhere safe, and quiet, still
Ghosts don't, can't stop
Not while their war goes on
Now it is as if they were never here
Gone with a puff of smoke
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