your new formatting is dumb

glowing, like dying embers

but blue-green-white
with soft
celestial

serenity

sporadic grey clouds
gather beside ripples of thought, memory,
and curiosity in the unraveling wisps of vapor

darkness creeps in from the east like a
sigh of resignation
or resilience

it’s so quiet
and self-contained,
full of slight sadnesses and firm wisdoms

that i can hear your voice
whispering through the trees

ghost