They cut the fog like ghosts
amidst ghosts.
Their lives are lived too fast
to accurately photograph.
The list of “also ran” grows.
And soon almost new,
the almost men,
barely teens,
are men in the least,
men soon at the most
like ghosts.
This, the earthly mist knows,
and even the end zone
can never hold them
forever close.
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared spiritual dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in various publications. The former TV host was born in Camden and grew up in South Philadelphia in the close orbit of Veterans Stadium.