The Methods of Ghosts

by Thomas D. Reynolds


In the dark closet,
faces
just before the light
disguise themselves
as worn sneakers,
crumpled sweaters,
bowling bag.

Like the child
lying awake at midnight
terrified,
I’m skeptical of empty space
when I turn about
to call your name
finding only that bleak disguise.


Copyright © 2006 by Thomas D. Reynolds

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