(After a Provincetown Workshop - Oct.2005)
If it is possible
for a man to gratefully
give up his ghost.
Returning at will
from a safe distance
beyond humanity's touch.
Reaching through
to graze our foreheads
with one finger.
Leaving an imprint
that must be washed away
by wordless worlds.
This is Franz Wright.
Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
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