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Ghosts Departing After a Night of Full Wine

By: Ellen Sander

They go              home

low light 

fol                    lows

someone              else’s 



through the         alley and

something            about lights

I know the           song

even                   if 

I can’t hear          it

Falling to            sleep alone

dropping              off the ledge

might be the         best instant 

                         of the day


Ellen Sander is a former Poet Laureate of Belfast, Maine, where she abides still but not motionless. She hosts and produces, Poetry Woodshed Radio, airing locally Tuesday evenings on WBFY a lo-wattage radio station in Belfast. Juncos feed at her window.

"Late night conversations with intriguing friends, lubricated with inebriants, ending near dawn, don’t silence. They echo ghostly through the doors of their departure, in songs barely heard yet recognizable for their indelible riffs and aching familiarity. Neither are they lost in sleep, they resound through the semi-conscious love of conversation, of connection, of exceptional moments with exceptional beings. This poem is a primal recollection of such times and how, though details may fade, the aftereffects are embedded in sense memory. I wrote this half remembering such nights, some in the distant past some recent, realizing that nothing precious is ever lost, it just becomes a part of how I navigate experience. Like the luxe moment between drowse and sleep, it is something uncommonly common, never to take for granted."

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