Today's poem is by Eric Pankey

Visitation
       

A ghost is but a moment—elongated, smeared—
Erasure that does not rid but distorts. A notch,
A nick, or cusp. A standstill. The static of pause.

Where? At the edgelessness of neither here nor there.
Between emptiness and detail at vision's verge;
Focus again interrupted by a gesture,

By the gap open around the invisible.
The moon is hung impossibly low in the sky.
Absence aches like a break, like a bone set to mend.

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