Gyroscope Review 15-3 - Page 21

Mourning The Loss Of Ghosts by Akeith Walters A summer’s toe-scraped afternoon trips and falls on urban cement, raising radiant dust, dry ripples lifting off gritty sidewalks. They distort the view like looking through ghosts. I search among them for yours because you loved this city and I, who loved you, don’t know what else to do. The patchwork pavements stretch farther away in the heat of the moment. Already I’ve crossed so many of them, those spots where others have stood stained a