Jeff Clark

 

THE GHOST HAS NO HOME

This morning in a dormer I was startled by a face
subterraneously white and walking with such a gait
down the pavement that when I cleared the pane
of breath —

                              Behind me a muzziness then kissed:

"Together we shall name Fear      'Benign Cyst'
then I shall be deceased, you shall be missed"

                                           Together we dismantled its nest