The Proximity to a Ghost
There was a moment of silence,
when the chilled air rose up around us,
yellow light poured out of the window,
drenching the air around the house,
then there was a momentary sensation of floating,
becoming unmoved from life,
a ghost with a milky smear
gentle, soft, kind,
© 2012 Frank Atanacio
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