Harley King

Summary

The content describes a personal experience with ghosts, characterized by humor and nostalgia, and offers a reflection on

Ghosts

A Story-Poem

Sometimes late in the evening when the moon has risen in the sky and I am alone in my home, ghosts come to visit. I offer them something to drink just so I can hear them tell me for the hundredth time why ghosts can’t drink or eat or do any of the normal activities of humans on this ancient planet. Their squeaky voices make me laugh and give me hope that one day I too will be a ghost who goes to visit strangers in their homes to sit and chat about the weather, the price of corn and how the government is stealing our money.

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