It is fall and ghosts walk
in the wind among fallen
leaves, mist, and fog more
easily than any other time
of the year -- the season
of visitation of the dead:
people, desires, dreams,
the what-if conclusions
never realized. In any given
moment, a ghost can brush
a heart as it passes by.
That which never dies walks
upon the earth September,
October, and November
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