There are spirits
in this room,
no door by which
they enter, no urge
for them to go.

Warm clothes
and conversation,
footsteps on the stairs,
soft their breath
I feel now.

For lips so dry,
a glass of tea
they sing
beside a bright
enameled stove.

For eyes so blind,
a gathering
of patient hands
shines light
upon my brow.

They know me well,
an orphan from
the street below,
a spirit like
their own.

December 1, 2005

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