Haunted
From
our many moves and travels,
we are
haunted by hundreds of people.
Occasionally
you’ll say, “I wonder
how what’s-his-name
is doing,
the one
with the bright green eyes.”
I
can picture him and his family
and I
calculate how old
their
kids would be now.
The
pastor with all those boys.
The old
man with the sense of humor.
The funny
lady who played the piano.
I
wonder if we wander about in their thoughts
like
they do ours. I hope it’s a good haunting,
and not
like the phantoms of horror flicks.
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