Ghost Sister
You’re standing in the coffee bar,
toss your blonde spiral curls.
I gaze at your face,
sparkling blue eyes.
You speak to the barista.
You sound like you.
Butterflies cartwheel
in my stomach.
I smile.
You smile back,
but the smile…
the smile isn’t right,
the smile isn’t the same.
You walk past,
glance as you pass.
I shed a tear and mourn
you once more.
Gossamer Kingdom
A silken shawl shimmers
on a privet hedge.
Drawn to its beauty
I step closer
to Gossamer Kingdom.
King Arachne skitters forward,
his gold body shudders,
silvery eyes force my retreat.
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