Dream work

the old truck 
I'm guessing from the 60's 
now being devoured by trees 
at the edge of this farm 
melting into the hundreds of acres 
a remnant 
I took the back roads this time 
on my latest sanity saving trip 
to the Outer Banks 
where I'll pick through 
the fragmented shells 
looking for the few that made the journey 
in one piece 
like the scavenged souls we meet 
I took some pictures 
where the lighthouse peeks over the dunes 
I spotted something in photo 
after photo 
an orb appears in each 
and changes position 
with every click of the camera 
perhaps a soul 
victim of a ship gone down 
from one century or another 
stepped out from his grave 
the Atlantic 
to enjoy a stroll along the beach

remnants