out there
laughing--
where nothing
is as it seems.
A small girl in your closet,
steps into brown pumps
for a walk to church,
we select a back pew
among lavender ladies…
I echo your passion
consult psychics on missing keys
dream of chasing fire trucks .
I reach up...
adjust the net
on a pillbox
but I don't wear hats.
Who can call you ghost?
I see you smiling
through the dragon smoke
big bosomed apparition
weaving white mist
in your silver grey braid,
arms lifted
flesh flaps quivering
as you secure
the giant hairpins.
I feel your peppermint breath
at the nape of my neck,
cool winter breeze
across sand.
My fingers loosen,
stretch out.
…reach for you.
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