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“The Apparition by Stewart Stafford The Indian burial ground, Lay beyond the tree steeples, Wind murmured in the branches, Of lost lands and wounded ancestors. A new tenant's first night at home, A Wendigo came in a pandemic fugue, The head, neck and shoulders visible, Jittery, contorted shapes on blinds. Wild dawn packing, screeching tyres, Home sweet home, still beyond reach, Out of the driveway at top speed then, Flight from an entity that won't leave you. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
The Apparition by Stewart Stafford
The Indian burial ground,
Lay beyond the tree steeples,
Wind murmured in the branches,
Of lost lands and wounded ancestors.
A new tenant's first night at home,
A Wendigo came in a pandemic fugue,
The head, neck and shoulders visible,
Jittery, contorted shapes on blinds.
Wild dawn packing, screeching tyres,
Home sweet home, still beyond reach,
Out of the driveway at top speed then,
Flight from an entity that won't leave you.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.