vividness

She calls me, comes to me in flashing moments before sleep.

Fluorescent mountains pound and pulse under closed eyelids.

Torches burn bright fighting off the night.

Ancient battlefields are now low income housing developments.

Ghosts of warriors wander the neighborhood,

teasing the dogs, the only ones left who will listen.

I try to hear their lessons but they don't bother wasting their time.

They know a hallow ghosts like me cannot hear or see, taste or touch, they can only think.