she didn’t call.
looks like i’ll never know the adventure

of sushi and birthday cake, after all.

full moon, instead.

make it special, after dark.

scale the wall of the cemetery,

run laps amidst a hundred thousand faded lives,

and listen to roomya whisper

me colorfully living stories

about the dead.

leave tracks in the snow.

and wait for winter melt

to refresh the world again.

Update, Sat. 7 am: I followed my recipe above.  My cell phone ended up, I believe, leaving its track in the snow since I had it with me while running, but after leaving the cemetery I found it missing.  I was tempted to return and search for it in the dark, but since the cemetery usually goes unvisited at night anyway, I have decided to wait till morning's first light to return and scout about for it.  Throughout the night, I called it several times to make sure it was still on, and not in use, and that nobody had found it (or if found, answered).  Not sure what I would have done if a phantom voice answered hurling curses at me for running on sacred grounds.  Though my instinct would have been to return immediately, with camera in hand, to retrieve it from said phantom.