Small stone 1-25-12

As if blinds
have just been yanked open
letting in too much light
a piece of the past
floods me
in the innocent words
of a stranger
a casual knife to the heart
the ghosts I thought had disappeared
come to life
no one can see them
but me
under the silver sliver
of a shy moon
hanging in the dark sky
of memory

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