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Having
Died Once
it is easier to see ghosts
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those trees once median strip IH35
stripped bare when cars kept driving into them
are now ghost trees, still standing
like those ghost hitchhikers
in a world of fear and fast cars
ghost beggars still in skin
at every intersection. Ghost lovers in bed,
sweat still smiling from intimate conjunctions
Everywhere - ghost
bodies -
long after Native American massacres -
Chinese, Spanish,
Mexican, refugees
sweating in trucks, on trains,
under cars
pouring across the borders of our unseen world
We are the target of their attentions!
They truly want us to see them!
Happily, only children and angels
and those who are already ghosts
so it helps - to have
died to this world
to see the wonders of the unseen worlds
to hold their auras in a cuddling hug
to love what cannot be seen, nor named
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those who left us -
because we could not see...
© THOM
NOVEMBER 29,2003
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