Beth E. Janzen

Ghosts

They stood looking out
from every line
and nothing spoke to them.

They whispered to each other
and let their eyes roll up.
They ate the alphabet.

The trees budded, leafed, and coloured
The seasons passed unsung

The snake chewed a little more
of its tail each day until it disappeared

It was so dark.

I waited and watched the trees.

Tonight the blossoms fall
like fireflies on my skin
and I hear again those syllables
that others have forgotten.

 

[First published in Night Vanishes]

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