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Groping for a Ghost

Puffs of thistledown

floating in the air.

 

Lovely lady

dark blue plums

and the tracery of lace.

 

'Toot' says a trumpet

to the cry from a clarinet.

 

Tinkling piano notes

flowing

lilting, rippling, fleeting

fleeing.

 

Bows, strings and violins.

 

Echoes of yesterday

fading into grey.

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kenneth-walter-simpson
Published
Sep 24, 2014
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