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Today is a landmark-- it's my twentieth day of poetry! :B Soon, my senior year will come to an end, and I'll be a high school graduate. After that, I hope to get my driver's licence (finally) and find my first ever job. I have to wonder whether this will have an effect on my poetry. If so, what will that effect be? I'll find out soon.



Round Twenty



Once upon a time

there were ghosts on this land
with tongues that hung
out of their mouths
like red banners
or bright streaks of blood

Sometimes they would leave
carcasses on the road
to remind us
that they passed in the night
always
flowing like a stream over the hillside
eyes rolling crazed and huge
howling with laughter

Circa 2000:
someone put a fence up
which broke the line
of the lawn
and the law
of the land

There have been no ghosts since

(but sometimes in the still
of hot summer evenings
when the smell of honeysuckle
and dog s**t
seeps through the window

something passes in the night)