Epistolary Ghosts

I spent three hours & forty-eight dollars in a used bookstore Dust filled the air as I cracked the spines of a thirty year old book wide open Baby blue, sun-stained, hard cover of Francois Villon, filled with Greater and Lesser Tenements and a secret. Tucked in yellow pages of the long-neglected tome was a postcard, sent to Scotland. I have yet to read a piece of prose, much less a compelling poem that begins with a hook half as charming as this epistolary question— “Have you been haunted by any Highland ghosts yet?” I am unsure of the result, I don’t know if any spirits even roam the rolling Scottish hills But without a doubt, that humble author’s words pleasantly haunt my own pen.