Ghost Haiku

faces in the pre-dawn
footless dreams waft
into oblivion

at quitting time
eerie voices from the dark
whispers in the brain

dark wood moulding
crowd the room’s shadows
ghosts in every corner

early morning Starbucks
in old sweats & running jackets
ghosts linger

the sun goes down
darkness beyond the slider
something will emerge

 

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