Possum on the balustrade
holds on with tiny hands,
possum tail hanging
under the yellow porch light
with a ragged coat and a gammy eye
looking like something resurrected
from the sodden earth
under the fallen leaves
as if a ghost baby had climbed the stairs
on mincing feet and sits and stares
curious outside my door
as if we'd known each other
years before.
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