Gold Ghost
A golden ghost - some say the Eucharist itself -
appears in the Market Place. When it happens
one does not have to look too close. It’s right there
on the shirt of the bassist. It’s right there
on the back of the wooden bass. Glows like bright amber.
Glows like honey. Plays right into the fingertips.
Ignites the the taunt strings. Honeycombs the scales.
Honed and boned - the beat of it - gold leaf
Saturates the air. Everywhere etherial.
Gold ghost. Embrace him. Bend over. Drop a coin.