Ghosts

Another poem to add to the collection

Chink chink

went my mother’s bone bracelets.

One blue

One white

permanently fixed

to her left wrist.

 

Chink chink

go my stone bracelets.

Mottled rose

from China

knocking on my watch

scuffing the glint.

 

Small tokens of our sameness

all these years apart.

Small noises

from childhood days.

Now shadows and ghosts: all faded away.

 

Chink chink

Chink chink

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