Jan Hansen Poet ABC

da6y light ghost

The daylight ghosts

I took the bus to the village
it didn’t stop there anymore, and no buses were going 
that way.
The only road to my house was a track
For tractors and mules.
In my absence, wartime was hard 
I met a man who
 if I paid to drive to the village for a few Euros.
My old dog sat outside, and I took her some
moments before it recognized me
glad to see me. 
The door was open.
I walked into the kitchen.
 A man came out of the living room
He was surprised to see me.
He had moved in since the house was empty
The owner had disappeared.
The dog lives in the shed, he said. Not anymore
I said. I have nowhere to go, the man lamented
In that case, you can stay for a few days.
I took the dog for a walk in the woods
On the other side of the tracks, she liked that,
It disappeared, and I couldn’t find my way
back to the house, and the village had gone.
A person with a golf club in his hand told me 
The tiny village had been razed years ago.
I had no business being here as it was the future.
And there was no way back to the old days
I had nothing to do here, and I walked towards the horizon.

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