There is a deserted town
with doors swinging,
willed by phantom winds and
the translucent fingertips of
tourist-ghosts.
No one is here in the cold
months, only the in-and-out
of a freezing tide.
She needs
a change of scenery,
and at least
twenty more degrees.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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