ghosts can hold you in your dreams
those voices you hear on a windy street
the reflection on a store window
when no one is passing by
we all see them, hear them, ignore them

we are tired, distracted

but when did you think they’d appear
our ghosts know when we need them most

I hear dead poet friends
reading their dead poems

see my mother in every
Judy Garland movie

It is the same for you all

they watch over us
while we sleep
how else
would we get through
the night

Michael Dennis