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Casting shadows
Poetry
Apr 12, 2021
Ghosts see into the pulse of her heart
seep into the stopped wraiths who chatter, mix, meld
into the invisible air
only odd numbers now
leave me a moment
to linger in the chair
talking to a lady no longer there
odd that even two is only ever 1 + 1
associations carry on until the wood
rots and there are no trees and no ice
and no air and nobody here or there
only the hallowed spirits of times passed
only the skeletons of solid citizens
who thought they could outlast plastic
but proved to be eminently biodegradable like
this empty chair melted like its sitter into damp, brown clay
around which scattered, silent ghosts coagulate to pray.
