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Ghost Music
Elizabeth Koopman

Living room dark, I’m
in the kitchen, alone
cleaning up.
Plink.

Piano. It’s not the
wind. It’s late;

I am wound

tight. Plink. Who’s the
ghost hesitating
at the keys? Feel
for the light.

Whiskers
catch a gleam,

cat looks up.

—
Elizabeth Koopman is a retired psychotherapist who worked with mentally ill and substance addicted clients in a community mental health centre. She does not miss the bureaucracy but does miss the clients. Elizabeth has been writing poetry all her life, and published both poetry and fiction in several small journals in the 1990s, but has only recently returned to submitting her work after a long hiatus.

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