Walking into the house
for the first time in months
greeted by unmasked hugs
holding the grizzled dachshund faces
who know my hands and eyes so well
there to dine and collect
selections of a not quite derelict collection
dust a signifier of nearly a decade
spent almost perhaps in place
for eyes and ears to reacquaint with
in an almost new location
echo of life in another state
unsurprised by ghosts still hanging out there
where I left them trembling uncomposed
but then I carry them with me everywhere
the frame could not hold them
my heart unboxed still does
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Joshua Keiter 