Young ghosts comb dreams so vast
they splinter in twelve and are bruised irregular
Your age is the number of stars that have fallen
while you sleep.
Streets are proud doubts–foul charm, but proofed.
A sometimes can seize but an always can cease.
All visions of progress: much heard, less seen.
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Virginia Petrucci is a writer and artist in Ventura, CA. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks: Recipes and How-To’s (Red Flag Poetry) and The Salt and the Song (Headmistress Press). Her work has been featured in Best New Writing, Flash Fiction Magazine, Avalon Literary Review, Flash Fiction Online, and others.