Monday, September 12, 2011
"Last Night's Ghosts"
Last Night's Ghosts
A little boy stands, stares,
points mutely at the wall.
Wings of secrets flutter
inside a wooden box
with a lid…
One woman is
under water.
No rushing, no pushing,
just shifting, fading.
An empty spot:
not “nothing” but
full of “missing.”
A man climbs a tree
to get home.
“You are the one thing
that will impede my progress
on this road.”
©JEF 2011
A little boy stands, stares,
points mutely at the wall.
Wings of secrets flutter
inside a wooden box
with a lid…
One woman is
under water.
No rushing, no pushing,
just shifting, fading.
An empty spot:
not “nothing” but
full of “missing.”
A man climbs a tree
to get home.
“You are the one thing
that will impede my progress
on this road.”
©JEF 2011
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