Postcard 2

It is no coincidence
Perhaps
That thoughts of the past
Conjure up
A real life ghost from long ago
Not from the history that one
Studies ad nauseum
But a moment just the same
Unlike those parts one
Examines
(and by "one I mean me, though maybe you, too)
This stretch of time gets
Avoided
Eyes have been averted from
Injury
For such a long time, but now
There isn't even a scar to
Show it ever happened
Sometimes exorcisms
Are quicker thank a blink
Sometimes they
Go on forever