Ghost Story

…out of it

last night

cold on the deck

rocking the chair

to forget.


I saw

stars and thought,

how small

they are

against the sky,


and me so large.

I sank back and

blue rivulets

of smoke found

the gaps in my hand.


Today, I’m

nowhere, a Shade

pacing the floor,

nailing my fist

to the wall


of my hand,

thinking, you:

always you

see thru me,

you do; and


lightly pass.

3 thoughts on “Ghost Story

  1. Emotive. Loving the blue rivulets finding the gap in the hand, and…a Shade pacing the floor <— that, I find a refreshing take on the shadow.

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