David Harris Haunted Poems

The hollow is a group of trees,
whose branches intertwine to form an arch.
A column of noble trees,
standing tall and erect.
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You pushed me aside
a long time ago
but you didn’t account
that your memory would grow.
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Why with all the faces that we knew,
does a few seem to fill our thoughts
and haunt us sometimes for days.
The problem with these faces
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The yawn of an opening door,
the creak on the stairs
of someone unseen descending there.
They are the classic opening
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