all the ghosts we keep
introductions; re-introductions
poetry is never written alone here;
one breath inhaled, exhales, and branches reach,
one hand extended, taken, and together we stand again -
for a while now, i have heard in my voice, the familiar echo
of what my great grandmother told her daughter,
and her daughter told her daughter in turn -
and somehow i managed to eavesdrop and now
you are reading along too -
and so we hold on to each other - through verse,
or rather maybe, the poem holds on to us -
and here we are again, and again, and
again... and here you are again too.
these are all the ghosts i keep;
and by "ghosts" i mean "you", and by "i"
i mean "we," because didn't you say
poetry is never written alone,
and here you are again.
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