ghost

on the edge of sleep
in a moment after evening
in the dust that flickers
in moonbeams that probe still rooms

when the eye unfocuses
and the brain undefends
and the spine unfeels a nudging
and an angel or a spider
is an unobject of contemplation

then it can unbrush by
unraise a ripple of follicle
an unflicker of recognition
an unwhisp of consideration
memory or presence
an unwill other than your own
in a room you occupy alone

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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