Someone’s pitched a tent
in the cemetery
a silent living,
I suppose,
except the train
that runs
the end points
of the line between
and silence
oh silence
is a 5-star amenity
in wicked days
when moss pillows
and rainwater cocktails
harken to simpler times
Indian-style on granite
housekeeping
under honeysuckle boughs
full of hope and envy
for a grown-up life
from which we’ll run,
someday
make camp with ghosts
who offer quiet comfort
and sometimes,
on special days,
flowers
Photo by Matteo Badini. Poem ©2026 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you’ll love my book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now at my Etsy Shop.
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