what a joy it is to be haunted by good ghosts
frail spirits who walk from closet
who stroll from cupboard and sit
sit, sit down on chairs and join us
and there is nothing better,
and there is nothing heavenlier
than to be joined, joined without seam.
Thursday, March 16, 2017
good ghosts: a poem
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