Saviodsilva


Jennifer Meade
Poem

Spirits

And there she is
looking like her cross-eyed self
when she closes her eyes
she can see
the spirits on the shelf.
And they pass thru her
those spirits with no names
and they say to her
so soon?
you've forgotten our games?
And as they wander
invisible to the world
they dance in colors
in the eyes of the little girl.


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