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The ghost must live
in a different time zone.
Or it waits until
just before dawn
to make its rattly noises.
.
They live in a yellow hive of four
in the old wooden house
where the snow comes early
north of where the 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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