The Past Wants You

"I have 

to fire you!"

she said

not too

unkindly 

"You lied to us

on this your

appl'cation!"

"What?

Not me! 

Oh no!"

Fingerprints

had found their 

counterpart

so tells 

this printout 

of so sorry 

to say

incriminating 

activities.

Scary days,

lassoing in

skeletons

escaped from

their closets.

Putting to rest

the restless

awakened

chasing the ghost

of yesteryear.

Sober moments

shaking the

serenity 

of the hour.

Trees bending

in the wind,

blown in many

directions

not giving 

but bowing

to the powers.

Yes me! 

It's me!

helmut s.

01/24/2001