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Ghost of Christmas Past


First ghost was his wife,
to whom he was sworn,
fading, thin, bandaged,  
in the far northern city.

tubed in another world or no world.
Nurses and social worker 
urged him to chose life.  
But the deep promises linger,
 
in pictures with cheery captions 
from his children.
He tosses in bed 
and lets the quilt 
slide off his legs.

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