bones are infrastructure
that appropriately wielded
sticks and stones may break
[i typed welded originally
and thought, now isn’t that interesting
bones made of metal–do they rust?
are they riveted in place?]
today is the first day of autumn
i feel i am coming down
with something, something seasonal
i wish it were pumpkin spice
but it puts me in a dour mood
drives me like a trained chauffeur
to the gates of a cemetery
with iron bars that resemble bones
or sticks
we park and wait for ghosts
Words and Feathers 
If you drink enough pumpkin spice lattes, while you might not see ghosts, you might just get to see the Great Pumpkin that always alluded Linus.
I think you might be talking about diabetic shock 😂
Very interesting poem. Some people do have bones made of metal (titanium)!
Kathrin — http://mycupofenglishtea.wordpress.com
Hope you’re better. Ghosts love to see you in a parked car… it gets their motor revving. 👻
No equinox is going to keep me down!
I wish I could see a ghost.
“…iron bars that resemble bones” nice musicality
Thanks very much!