There’s a ghost
standing on
Mountain Park Road
I spy her from the highway
as I scream past
at seventy
She might have waved
but had no need to
I saw her
knew her
remembered
all of the layers
of time, there
on the overpass
at Mountain Park Road
and I wondered
briefly
if she knew me
here now
this apparition
this shadow of who
she used to be
in a blur of recognition
a moment frozen in time
the all of us in overlap
here, there, then, now
on Mountain Park Road
Poem ©2025, Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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