by Drora Matlofsky
I saw a ghost on the horizon
Just outside my door
And when I tried to catch him
I walked into a wall.
He blew his nose, it sounded like
A hamster hissing a dog.
The noise disappeared and so did he,
Only the horizon was left
And a strange pain on my forehead
To teach me
My limits.
Last updated October 10, 2015