Monday, June 2, 2014


two children lived in the big old house
crumbling in or by Ox Ford
an abandoned-store, ene-house "town"
we played in field and wood
caught snakes & frogs
Sylvie and I
her brother John
thought I saw him at the airport
just last month
GPSed Ox Ford and drove out there
burnt-store ruin yeah
but no big house
only a grown-over graveyard
two cracked and mossy stones
John, one said
the other, only 1896
did I catch frogs with a ghost?
kiss another?
dream it all?
no answers

go with ghosts made flesh

why the hell not?

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