Poem 9, June 9
There are stories
There are stories about my sister’s house
being haunted by Aunt Rose
& a demonic presence with no name.
There are stories in Oak Grove, Kentucky
about the spirit of a wife, forever walking a bridge
seeking answers as to why her husband,
a soldier, killed her and their child.
There are no stories about an abandoned
Kentucky cemetery in Clinton County,
but there is a picture of a soldier taken in the cemetery
early on a clear day. The soldier wears a uniform
from the War of 1812. He leans on his musket,
unaware, perhaps, that it is 2015.
There is a tradition that the first poetry was a story
& that each of us is an unfinished poem.