The ghosts of summer​

​Is there the clarity of a sky –
​or just the billows of summer?
​In hot weather ghosts are
unthinkable – but they are here.
​Skins smocked with heat-rash
​and words we no longer believe.
​As Bukowski said – it is just a
​tale of ordinary madness.
​And I think, no one really cares
​about ghosts anyway.

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