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Ghosts


Yesterday, I had a stark jolt
when I saw our ghosts walking
down the streets we had
never walked on

Yesterday, I could have almost
reached out, and laid a hand
on the shoulder of my ghost, or
touched the hair
of your ghost
- they were so real!

Yesterday I saw them gazing
at the trinkets and baubles on sale
at street vendors,
ghosts laughing, poking at
and teasing each other

My ghost looked happier
than the real ever will be
perhaps in a trance of happiness
which was only 'ghostly real'
but happy he was

And your ghost looked so free!
your ghost looked like it had
outlived all burdens of living
and was ready to fly, or
already was.

Your ghost was laughing
like laughing was always meant to be
and the sound was like bubbles
breaking on a rainbow.

I followed our ghosts down
that busy street full of other ghosts
a kaleidoscope of unreal people
created as if to entertain only us
or our ghostly selves

I followed them until
there were ghosts no more.


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