Poltergeist
POLTERGEIST
Sometimes the past seems very remote
— again, close as the hallway—
Tonight I’m looking over my shoulder,
folks I knew thirty—even forty—years ago,
friends and lovers— old enemies.
My room is full of ghosts,
quarrels, conversation of the absent, the missing--
a spectral hand on my arm!
Copyright © Jack Peachum | Year Posted 2021
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