The Ghosts in Exile​

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Let the ghosts return in mythical vigilance.

All we need is waiting.

Weather is the first one to cave in.

 

Culture is a heavy word.

My ghost adjusts accordingly.

 

The haunting ghost beguiled all the conflicts:

love, hate, regret.

He was hiding deep in the forest,

when Norma sang Casta Diva.

 

He calmed down for a moment,

when the headless Apollo’s torso

quieted every question.

 

And when Anthony Quinn’s

last reply to Gregory Peck

in “The Guns of Navarone,”

“I am not the one easy to kill."

The ghost stood by Quinn.

 

The one following me is the ghost

I love the most.

He told me,

I’m bound to witness an opening

under the streetlight.

 

When the clock strikes twelve

in the dim misty night,

the secret code

buried in another furtive cipher

will surface.

My ghost can read it.

And I’m sure,

he and his ghost eyes

are around the corner, waiting.