and sheens my senseless
Heat leaks in the windows
oozing through the useless fan.
The hot summer night enters
carrying with it the sounds of
The steaming whispers of ghosts.
The sighing of spooks.
The brushing sound spirits make as
they skim the surface of the grass
or sweep through the trees
disguised as rustled leaves
in the windless night.
No matter how hot,
the sheets cover my head
offering thin protection against
the scheming dark.
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While set more in the heat of summer, this one does evoke some of the recently celebrated holiday spirit. Can you relate to hiding under the covers? Did it ever occur to you as a child or later as an adult how pointless this was? I mean, how much protection can a sheet offer to whatever it was that made our little hearts quake! But still, they provided comfort. Please share your thoughts and impressions in the comments!
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