My yesterdays
are the barely-
audible ghosts
that go bump
in the night –

in-wall scratching
and plaintive cries
that are not quite
just sadness

the way it sometimes
roams with no particular
destination.  Or
a bug in the ear
that crawls the inside

arc of the skull
leaving wormtracks
from sweetspot
to sourwood.

rider down the parietal
lobe upsidedown
and backwards
looping to the day
you said goodbye.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to Ghostwriter

  1. Ghosts speaking in the night…bugs, who knows what they do when we’re sleeping? Death and farewell – powerful imagery…

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