Yesterpeople
stair board creek
the house long empty
. . . echoes
stale shuffling
shadows to the sound
of overlays
drained
the house bled
its final drops of her
merged, she
with watchers
faces trapped in windows
held in mist, a haunting
flows of happenings
in the cold
in the dark
. . . ghosts
of yesterpeople
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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