The smoke that comes out
of my mouth is really
the spirit of my dead son
and dead wife


the silhouette of a dancer
standing beside a broken fence
They said a man had been murdered
on his way to the Pow Wow
I wonder if ghosts are real,
and if the silhouette I see
is confused or mourning


Ashlie Allen writes fiction and poetry. She also enjoys photography. Her favorite book is The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice.