
There are
Spirits
In the house.
I think
I always
Knew
That-
Although
Had you asked
Me
In my youth
I
Might have said
Important ones
Only lived
Near cliffs
With gods
And nymphs,
Or
Held their courts
In deep
Green
Forests;
But
I did not
Think
Much else
Would deign
To live
With me –
Only smaller,
Quieter spirits.
Mine
Do not ride
On unicorns
Or dance
With mushrooms
In the dark;
Mine
Crawl along
The floor,
Or scurry
From the light.
They’re quiet
Mostly-
They do not want
To bother
Me,
And frankly
I’m okay
With that.
It’s just
Nice
To think
There are
Things
That wait
For my return.
I’d
Really hate
To live
Alone…
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