but the holy ghost is that dog
barking down the street
setting off a whole chorus
of holy ghosts practicing
for Halloween I keep
hearing someone approaching
but it’s just the pomegranates
hitting the walkway
falling rotten from the tree
they have such beautiful skin
the ruddy glow of vitality
while growing quietly inside
what explodes when
they strike the ground
the seeds of a dead sun
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