erodes the line between being and place becomes the place of being time and so
the house turns in the snow is why a ghost always has the architecture of a storm
The architect tore down room after room until the sound stopped. A ghost is one
among the ages at the edge of a cliff empty sails on the bay even when a ship
or the house moves off in fog asks you out loud to let the stranger in
From Gravesend by Cole Swensen. Copyright © 2012 by Cole Swensen. Reprinted with permission of University of California Press. All rights reserved.