Ode to Spirit

I pardon shadows and open doors for ghosts.
I know the apparitions
By the twang they give my nerve endings,
And it’s not just people
But dead animals I see,
Their fearful symmetry.
Even landscapes that have been
Return to the place I’m standing.
Neighborhoods appear
With time in arrears.
What is immaterial
Takes on transparent form.
For me it is Grundnorm
To approach things unseen,
To compose a place
For living space to rest,
To toast the friends
Neglected at their best,
Amend wrongs of time
With thankful rhyme.
To pull those voices out of air,
Their absence must the heart bare.

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