We Wait For Ghosts
written by: Sam Calhoun
We sleep with no nightlights,
the house no maze of landing strips,
our tired footsteps no landing
gear for three a.m. strolls.
Except the bug light
in a far corner,
a blue ghost that never dims,
and Blackout curtains
so the drive-bys never
distract with their
morse code, engines rattling
into the night, too slow
for my mind to decipher,
but always the door
to the study ajar,
always the dust covered
desk lamp stays on
just above the philodendron
vine with heart leaves,
enough to make love
through the darkness,
enough to push new
leaves into the light.
Sam Calhoun is the author of four chapbooks, the most recent Perturbations (Alien Buddha Press) and co-author of a collaborative collection, The Hemlock Poems (Present Tense Media). His work can be found in numerous journals, including Cosmic Daffodils, Eratos, Cold Moon Journal, and the local NPR station’s The Sundial Writers Corner. He lives with his wife in Elkmont, AL. His website - WeatherManSam.
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- We Wait For Ghosts - May 9, 2025
