Write ghost poems at night?
Not me. I want to sleep tonight.
If I do I will have to pull my blankets tight
over my head or leave my bedside light
on so I won’t take fright.
I know my imaginary thoughts won’t bite.
They exist for my delight,
for words to form, my pen to write.
I really should not take fright
but when my dreams are not polite
and when I take comfort from the bright
room I lay my pen down for it is a night
I steadfastly refuse to write.
