LENNY GHOST
Kenneth Pobo

My friend Lenny says that he's a ghost.
That seems odd. Surely I would have known
that he died. We've been friends since third grade.

I let his finger touch my hole in junior high.
It was only fair as he let me touch him there too.
Sometimes we lose touch, but not that much.

Eternity blows a bubble
that Lenny fits inside. He says someday
I'll be a ghost too. It won't be so bad—

you slide through darkness,
rest under a maple leaf and hear a whiffle
ball wind tap a slanted gray roof.






Kenneth Pobo is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), and Uneven Steven (Assure Press). Opening is forthcoming from Rectos Y Versos Editions. Lavender Fire, Lavender Rose is forthcoming from Brick/House Books.

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