There's always that sense that they are there
Walking the same paths
Pointing at the trees the view
The newcomers don't see them
They walk right thru them
So certain
They will never be ghosts
(From notes on a trip to my childhood home where I see more of what isn't anymore
than what is.)
3 comments:
Yes, I see that.
Or should I make that, yes, I think I see that too?
Or should I make that, yes, I think I see that too?
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