#20 is five different, little poems.
Ghosts float among heavy rain.
Move beyond the wounds.
We run from salt ghosts
Elusive floating lanterns
Ivory sea coasts.
I want to move beyond the
Half blooded ghosts
That have absconded with the present.
Move beyond the rotten ghosts
That float in the rain like lanterns.
Do not squander your youth
Fishing through the elusive silence
That plays like driftwood on an ivory radio.
Ghosts drift like wood
Amid salty rain on
Ivory coasts. Hold your lanterns high.