Monday, August 15, 2011

Something in the air


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The wind stirs the air,
just a little,
just enough to make me look around,
wondering if someone is here.

No, it’s just a little breeze.

Again it whiffs by.
Again I have that sense.
It is unsettling
because I feel a presence,
a scent,
a bit of sound in the air, perhaps?

I don’t know.

I’m not afraid.
Ghosts and spirits and unseen visitors
are welcome.
It’s just that I can’t put my finger on who it is.

Is it you?
Why don’t you speak to me?



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