Ghost Etiquette

Might it happen to have wings?
There will be no opening

Statements. We have to move now.
The existence of the file

Comes as no surprise. Connect
The blanks that are the tendons

Of haunted conversation,
The wind you can’t keep away.

It’s fine to snug the stitches
That have sutured up the page,

But this is not the message.
Sandblast the romantic rust

Off the soul apart from flesh.
Might it happen to have wings?