Old Ghosts

They sit together
alone

those paths well
trod

now worn dry

those things they found
familiar released

an ascending weight
inverting the grave

tipping out
old cloth

a dry leaf still holding
fast

ignoring the fate 
of the tree

One Reply to “Old Ghosts”

  1. Hi! I just started up my own blog and happened to stumble across yours! Just wanted to say that I have found your poetry particularly intriguing! You’re very talented, and I admire your confidence in posting your work publicly! Have a nice day 🙂

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