~CHARLES WRIGHT~
WKPT,
KINGSPORT, TENNESSEE
December wind in the scarfy trees.
One hears the murmur of old ghosts,
one hears the
murmur
Of new ghosts as well.
What they are muttering becomes of some interest,
My life sliding downhill,
their voices almost distinct
Down there, at the bowl of the bottom.
Sometimes I wonder if they are talking about me.
Sometimes I wonder if they are talking about me.
© by Charles Wright
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