Ghosts of the Tsunami

I am driving my cab on a cold clear night Looking for fares without luck tonight Strangely the moon made things seem As other worldly in its scheme I saw her walking slowly near the kerb As I drove she hailed my cab without a word I want to go to the waterfront she said And she sat in the rear seat without dread I asked her why she wanted to go To the part of town ruined from the tsunami blow She didn’t look back at me her eyes out the window set But it was strange how her hair was wringing wet I drove on into the darkness without a word Until she said, do you think I’m dead, seemingly so absurd But when I looked again in the mirror She disappeared in a sudden shimmer. © Paul Warren Poetry