Leaving Raleigh,
a ghost in the window
brushed the curtain
in the corner of my eye.
Leaving Raleigh,
I felt the breeze pass
and the windsock
in the window shuddered.
Leaving Raleigh,
turn on a light
in a dark room.
She is on a mirror ,
then you swoon.
Leaving Raleigh,
the little wren
in our house we spy.
Open the window
and there she flies.
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