tiny poems
by scott hess
Friday, November 21, 2008
GHOSTS BARELY
maybe you are seeing
something we're not
seeing: what redeems
anything?
we are all still
reeling
from the news
of your decaying;
and yet
you go on
hoping
while we become
ghosts barely capable
of coping.
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