Can you shoo a ghost
away like smoke,
hurt its heart when you do?
I saw four, maybe five
lightning bolts, and then
a man walked by with a chair.
He was sure, one hundred percent
sure of what he was doing.
He didn’t sit on the chair.
A ghost did. The ghost explained everything,
and everything was perfectly clear.
Not a fixed-ghost lump of sugar,
but sugar rejoicing, rising in tea