30 days of poems 2019 {24}
.
.
compost
last night
in the grocery store
i thought i saw you
no, i
did
see you
for one brief second
that stretched to
infinity
as i turned
and stared and
almost
reached out
to touch your shoulder
say your name
all the while
reminding myself
that ghosts
never shop
for frozen peas
.
. . . . .
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