ghost

if the palms should die—if the light should fade to haze
if the desert should come crawling down from the hillsides
across the asphalt
these houses will never stand empty
if every soul should pass
I will fill them with the ghost of these seconds
there will be music and laughter and the rumble of engines
with the birdsong
I will bind them to these words with the ghost of my heart beat
as long as that ounce of my soul lives
this ground will never quake alone