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[POEM] Ghosts

ANONYMOUS 

She said,

“I believe in ghosts. Friendly ones,

The kind that wear worn-out sneakers

And mysterious corduroy trousers,

Frolicking invisibly

In once-tidy leaf piles, scattering

Orange like sparks through the air.

I believe in twilight ghosts

In misty mantles,

Clinging to their scraps of earth-bound cloud

Like Adam and Eve

As they steal over the dying

Garden patch.

And I believe in ghosts like you and me

Sitting

(And sleeping)

In the hallways and bus stops,

Feeling a chill deeper than wind,

Wishing someone

Would sit down and talk awhile.”

She said, “Surely you’ve seen all these?”

I believe in ghosts now too.

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