Soundless

A LITTLE GHOST STORY FOR FRIDAY THE 13TH
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From: TWO GHOSTS/ poems
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Late in the afternoon as the sun swept
its final glow across the sky, I sat
in the kitchen with a blue lined pad
arranging my homework for tomorrow.
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No noise was heard of footsteps approaching.
Then suddenly my grandmother was at my side.
I gasped in surprise again,
and wondered
why she made no sound.
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Because, she said, that's how we were
in the village where I was a child.
People floated when they wished to
and I learned their natural ways.
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Not as high as the ceiling,
just inches
from the floor.
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I asked if they were ghosts.
She said no, not at all.
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Ghosts are able to do
so very much more.
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