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 than home. Can you hear
that word peal? I'm going
there now,

carrying the windows
from inside
all the vowels.