the cool puddle

there may be
ghosts, you've felt
the cool
puddle of
air floating
near the ceiling
where the dog
barks,pointing
with his bare
tooth muzzle.
there may be
apparitions
floating
between life
and death making
the floor creak,
the pipes bend,
chains rattle
in the attic.
but what difference
does it make
to us, you think,
as you mutually
agree to leave
each other alone.