Saturday, December 9, 2017

An Old Friend for Dinner

I had a nice talk
With my afterlife
The other day. Me the ghost
Comforted me the body,

Explaining how things would be.
It was especially nice
That the visit came
From one of my older ghosts.

When the young ghosts visit me,
They’re still at loose ends,
Unused to being unreal.

But the old ghosts travel well.
They know how time stirs the pot.
They smile at the dinner bell.

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