Ghost of Tsali Comes, poetry by Richard Lawson at
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Ghost of Tsali Comes

Ghost of Tsali Comes

written by: Richard Lawson


lost in mist and maze
ghost of Tsali in the corn
river water runs

colors of fall alive
“til moon replaces sun
that’s when Tsali comes

corn roots cling to bone
as he tends the empty weirs
this spot was his home

kindling damp to touch
no sheltering from the cold
Tsali weeps alone

laughing children run
through the maze of corn as fun
Tsali seeks them out

revenge, an embrace
wringing breathe away from life
corn maze in moonlight

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