CC Russell

Haunted in August

If evening, if light
fading over this horizon of slate and stone,
if umbrella held
not against falling water, but sun,
if your breath – heavy with alcohol,
if half of a flicker
in your periphery—

if we are
mistaken

for ghosts.

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C.C. Russell has published his poetry and prose in such journals as The Meadow, The Colorado Review and Whiskey Island. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and for Best of the Net and is included in two volumes of the Best Microfiction series. He lives in Wyoming with a couple of humans and several cats. You can find more of his work at ccrussell.net