what is a ghost anyway? it is the water soaked translucent blossom when i am thinking of where my green dream is the only dragon and hail is the size of pennies, because when you write i can make a donation without leaving my fingerprints or the history of the many rabbits we buried under the pin oak before its roots ran along the surface of the lawn in bones and tributaries. lightening bug summer nights are the edge. it is coming closer. we fall into it, not over it and it folds us into place. what is a ghost anyway? it is the silhouette of what i remember you looked like walking away with him. i should have stopped you.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 16:07:30 +0000