barely acknowledged, we passed

movement in the peripheral.

a scent, a flutter, then air

a ghost in a dream.

he stops before me and smiles

a broad, genuine grin;

extending a warm hand he nods,

and then is on his way again.

I see him almost everyday

this almost spirit; trapped

between the plains of here and there;

contented in his realm.

I asked his name one afternoon,

surprise lit up his face;

“Just a casual acquaintance” his reply

and I haven’t seen him since.