7 – EVENING NOISES

Posted on January 20, 2014 by Ken Greenman

Last evening,
unhinged hounds howled,
sniffed the scent of an
ascending soul, shucked of flesh,
rising now, silver wraith in twilight.
Weightless airy returning,
marked only by a knowing,
deeper, beyond my ken,
but not the hounds,
not the moths
blundering the window screens.

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