He made me stop… and listen to a leaf fall
The sun burn... the grass grow
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Ghost Poem 1 (Where Ghosts Hide)
Under lock and key, in dark corners
They are the shadows of the past
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He was standing
in the middle of the highway
in mid-January, in the cold
in a decent-looking coat
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A little girl on the bus today
made another little girl cry
When she wouldn’t let the
other one sit beside her
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A poem writes itself
I merely follow
As it leads me
through the shadows
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With his back to me
the black crow holds me in place
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I haven’t heard from you in quite a while
Makes me wonder if you’re still alive
Or is your absence - this silence
Your way of saying goodbye
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