Picture Books

He was haunted nightly
by the chocolate covered death masks
of comic strip gunslingers
and yellow page pirates,
though in the daylight
he thought fondly
on and off
of the adventures they shared,
but that was many ephemeral moons ago
when he was a child
and they were alive
in newsprint imaginings,
now their picture book ghosts
and a thousand denouements forgot
give only pause to restful sleep.

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