Monday, November 24, 2014


The ghost must live
in a different time zone
or waits until
just before dawn
to make its rattly noises.
They live in a yellow hive of four
in the old wooden house
where snow comes early
north of where long trains go.
They live in a blue
knot of three, spiring
in a Vancouver tower.
We are two
green on an eastern harbor.
I can only
hear the breathing.


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