Ghost Seed

for Colm Toibin

All jars: the train expires
As gyres of warm air
Lollop the platform
Like desert tumbleweed.

A smattering of dust
Upon upholstery puffs
Up and enters a cone
Of Summer light staved
Between three floating
Dandelion seeds:

A woman's face
Wishes through shadows
Of the coach

Her spirit dusts me
With pollen of pain;
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