ghostly steps move
through a
garden.
evening dew drenches
my paws.
hollowed footsteps paint
the driveway with
muddy outlines and
dirty hands trace the
lines of a rusted
fence with feathered
dandelions tickling my
nose.
I sneeze.
By Jessica Hamel-Akré
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Jessica Hamel-Akré is a Literary studies student from upstate New York and living in Montreal.
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