From ghost to ghost
Hand to hand and
Throat looped to throat
The words wind round
Like squirrels on trees
Vines on their trunks
Lines looped on lines
Dear ghost dear ghost
Hope you are well
I am thank you
And you as well
The trees don’t mind
The trees were mind
Once all words now
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