#poem #poetry #amwriting milner field

milner field

on the day of ghosts
blossom fled the cherry trees

a girl - a man in a stovepipe hat -
amid the glinting dampness
   of sap stuck leaves

there but yon and gone
for the disbelieving to deny

they come not to chase
- these whirling glimpses -
for on the day of ghosts
we hold our hope in friendship

The Blue Book