Ghost
Now your name's just a guest here, one that cancels
all hellos. Fleshless
you come & go through the mansion
of air. How
will I address you, small
weather? Sometimes your name's
a dress like an iron
bell the years
swing shadows from
longer that home. Can you hear
that word peal? I'm going
there now,
carrying the windows
from inside
all the vowels.
Mark Irwin
The Iowa Review
Spring 2009
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