Ghost well

Gates swing and shut

without a touching hand

sometimes.

Shutters clatter and bang

aloud, whim to windy

temperaments.

The howling winds skip

and caper through empty

streets

brushing their presence with

each motion, movement, moment,

yet no one hears

or cares at all

for their gracious efforts.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

 

 

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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