The Annals Of Charleston And A City Of Ghosts

It is already
A city of ghosts. Rustling
In crushed silk
Blue-swan colored.

Wondering

It had been a city of ghosts
Remarked the young
Lawyer from New England
How many flags
To fly or keep flying or
Have
Flown?

The contour of
The land remains unchanged
Rivers and water:
But city lights and shadow
Are the same home as the
Ghosts and the white
Horse that same
One. Here as the beginning
Or end and wandering
The streets at
Duskfall allows
The haloes of
Angels and the marble
Footsteps of
Silken ghosts—

Wondering