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Ghosts in Empty Houses photo

Ghosts remove fishhooks from animal bodies
in the desolation outside an empty house.

Somewhere between a fortress & forest
cicadas shed skin & leave exoskeletons

on tree barks. Ghosts gift these bodies
to trees & witness them sing at night 

through their circadian rhythm. An echo
unto the glorious dimension of zero gravity.

A trawl toward the sky where unstitched stars
move in collinear stillness. An unsyllabled inertia.

Ghosts shift weather into windless trees
a house echoing an emptiness unto itself

like ocean folding into ocean until it reaches
a shore. Ghosts holy harbours with fragments

of dust & echoes of circadian song. Another
house through the eucalyptus trees fading

into morning mist. Ghosts holding prayers
our mouths say intact, into a remembrance

of empty houses & asphalt interiors. Ghosts
diving into another ocean, another empty house.


image: Nathan Anderson