under the
table lifting up
finger edge
of tablecloth
cluster of
dust
blade of
fan
taking the
glass from the kitchen shelf
drinking
air
ripping the
hair from your brush
telling an old story to your dolly
Love the poem, but ghosts are only half there...
ReplyDeletelol, oh, Sarah, you make me want to add to this, just to catch them at it :) Great photo too!
ReplyDeleteI love the photo and the poem.
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