Oh lil-considered ghosts
stay with me a while
and watch the sun rise
through the fog
a serene completion, un-
contemplative motion
breathing next breaths
past breathed slowly
in the chill.
Consider, ghosts
rising from sidewalk sun
and our cold exhalations
what it is to be of vapour.
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