The ghost has arrived on time or almost
But seems in no hurry to begin his routine
He blinks a few times, stretches, looks out
The open window at the night where a bird
And a bat are hospitably sharing a branch.
"Well," says the woman sitting bolt upright
(She rarely sits any other way) on her bed
"Can we get on with it? Let's see some haunting!
I'm prepared to be harrowed; I'm more than ready
To experience agonies of remorse or grief. My heart
Is resigned to burning in my breast; my soul
Has prudently taken a holiday. My nerves, though,
Cannot long abide this foolish delay."
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