(Poem #381 on new numbering scheme)
The ghosts await you, clustered at the edge of what you know to be actually true. Then in between the bursts of summer's rain they peer at you, admonishing your mood.
(Poem #381 on new numbering scheme)
The ghosts await you, clustered at the edge of what you know to be actually true. Then in between the bursts of summer's rain they peer at you, admonishing your mood.