haibun 0002

creaky stairs lead me
to a landing where a sign says
‘ghosts be here’

I turn toward the direction of the arrow and see a padlocked wooden door.

“That’s patently absurd,” I said, my words bouncing off the stone walls. “You can’t lock up ghosts.”

the image of Miriam,
my Miriam, shimmers through the door
her head in her hands


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