30 days of poems 2019 {24}

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compost

last night
in the grocery store
i thought i saw you

no, i
did
see you
for one brief second
that stretched to
infinity

as i turned
and stared and
almost

reached out

to touch your shoulder

say your name

all the while
reminding myself
that ghosts
never shop
for frozen peas

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