R Canepa

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Rain fell, but it did not touch him.

Pedestrians trundled along the sidewalks, hunched and withdrawn against the downpour. He walked loose and relaxed with a smile on his face.

Death was the best thing that ever happened to him. He once joked that it would be a blessing compared to middle management. How true.

He wandered as he willed, invisible and aware.

Ghosts have no need of umbrellas.

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I am dead, at the end of a poor but full life.

My regret is the university building on University Drive. Those steps flanked by trimmed hedges and topped with glass.

I walked by every day before I swam in meat, grease, potatoes.

The building was a chance, a change, but more than doors separated us.

It ain’t easy. Not when you’re poor and afraid.

I never went inside.