Spiral Ghost
There is a spiral ghost, a “ghost for the spiral”
Who, some will say, lives at the center
Of one’s universe. Randomly, it is also said, she appears.
Occasionally one sees her spiraled out
On the street. An almost perfect baby blue. Right here
As one sees, an eye goes round and round
Follows her right in to a center point
The one where, one also hears, Everything
“Big, big Bang,” or not, once all began!
No small wonder, on days like this
One takes one’s hat off to share, indeed, bow down
To utter this, perhaps, curious whisper
“Hello there universe, how do you do?”
Pictured on the asphalt between the trolley tracks
on the right-of-way between 21st & Chatanooga and 22nd & Church