Poem -
REBUS
the ghost is a courier hermit
thumbing through my things
feasting on the slow amberΒ
of my incessant demiseβ¦
like a cloak in the rain.
spoon-fed raindrops
with a desertβsΒ
stingy joy.
but never
anything elseβ¦
at all.
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Comments
such a beautiful read it rolls off the tongue so easily.