The Aurora Review Fall 2005


Seven Fat Years
Dan Zinno
Inhaling Ghosts
Jan Chapman

Let’s breathe the wind tonight,
that with each blithe gust
brings the ghostly scent
of an unfurled peony,
a wisp of smoke from an unlit fire;
each phantom chimera 
gently skimming the edge 
of unacknowledged desire.

 


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