August 25, 2011

Ghosts by Jan Darrow

a simple light upon gray shadows
and the resolution fades beyond the rising hills 

we realize
they are within our waking souls 

and while they roam among the sallow wood smoke trees
and filter in through doors 

they take delight in tapping wooden floors
at night where shaken covers fall to floor 

and dry cool air becomes pooled beneath the rim
of sun born days 

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