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The Ghost

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The Ghost,
Sat at the edge of the table,
threatening to scatter
my volatile lesson plans.

I didn’t complain.
I began to talk
about the futility
of fear and ambition…
about the irony
of war for love…
about the desire
to live on and on
only to meet Death…

And I began to reflect
on the futility
of talking
to a non-existent Ghost.
I smiled, nonetheless.
The Ghost returned the smile.


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