Owl Days #2

The passing geese all sound like ghosts
But some faces have more other faces than others.
The shapes come out of blackness and disappear in glare.
But there are shades and scarves and jackets still
To embody black, which reveals as it hides.
Absence for the camera always -- maybe then
What is there, that looks and taunts and guides,
Can't be seen. Maybe then
It will be known.