Unknown Ghost
I could see the old woman's figure,
not quite straight, comedic silver eels
of white,writhing in her hair
by her side, an aluminium pot,
plastic-wrapped, an errand perhaps
or totem for a friend?
a glimpse of her gentle jaw and
deep-tanned face, belied her peasant
strength, her country grace,
I opened up, and quickly sped ahead,
and when I reached her funeral pyre,
I realized she was dead
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