The Ghosts at Yaquina Bay

I know where these clouds have been.
A few hours ago, they drifted by
the old lighthouse at Yaquina Bay
to check on the ghosts that climb
the stairs and peer from every window.

They are so somber now. Like every
graveyard in between, they remember
what they feel but can�t explain.
Now they are here to call on me,
as if I were a ghost at Yaquina Bay.

September 17, 2006

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