by Lyn Lifshin
lying awake all night.
If there was a full
moon I wouldn’t
know it. Rain all
night. Later maybe
the girls in their
summer dresses.
From midnight
to 4 AM going over
the places you touched
me. A hell of a way
to exorcise this
ghost when what’s
unreal seems
sometimes all there
is
*Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
Sunday, December 6, 2009
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