And wraith-like rolls
Some marble maybe
Smiles at nothing visible
As far as I can see
Plays some internal game
Known only to her
With the one
Across from her who will
Help by rolling it back too
A partner invisible to me
As is the marble
I think of back and forth
Her finger moving only air
Her joy at seeing all
Of what I can’t see
Some ghost playing
With a ghost to be
And me
I walk away mystified
By what goes on
With in what she does believe
Lanning Lee 