GREG'S WRITING DESK
Greg Watson's most recent poems fresh off the author's desk
Friday, January 12, 2024
LATE IN THE EVENING
I would say more, but
I'm running out of words
to shift the silence,
and
out of room
in this house for all
these ghosts.
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