lou tullio is a small, translucent ghost <br />floating over gravel by train-tracks. <br />he looks like fdr in a wheelchair <br />boxed in a misty-like hologram, <br />& he's smiling, talkative, somehow <br />picking up litter. i ask him how is it <br />trains run thru the city, <br />how are red-lights in sync <br />so no cars or people are crushed? <br />he doesn't know. he's the size <br />of a pillow-case, & a <br />ghost wavering over gravel, <br />good ol' lou tullio, <br />former mayor of eerie. <br />i look down at him & <br />he grins.<br /><br />ron androla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-a-little-dream/
