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poetry by j matthew waters

little haunted house


little mouse in little house
feeling quite at home
finding its way
through thick & thin
mainly by way of nose

blind woman living alone
senses little ghost
creeping from room to room
her sense of security
never in doubt
her sense of smell
stronger than ever

come morning
in the kitchen
as she sharpens all her knives
the little ghost mouse
comes to its senses
& lives to haunt another house





november two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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