ghosts
in Chicago’s nighttime air
light and sound is late to expire
as spirits pick spots to re-appear
and disappear; ebbs and flows
through scarce concealing shadow
fleeting fire specters in darkness
out of ancient campfires’ echoes
rise above temporary elevations
with swamp gas and mist from
streams
underground, around, and inside her
strong buildings all over town
blue lights flash hidden from
prayers
in candle corners and graveyard
bones
the same as ever they visit home
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