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VALPARAISO POETRY REVIEW
Contemporary Poetry and Poetics



 
 

~H. PALMER HALL~




GHOST LIGHTS



 

A still breath on the summer breeze
and high hills in Dak To loom
over us.  No quick answers ever
spring to mind, no drops of peace,
not even less than slow, perhaps,
now, inertia, a gradual "settling in."

We no longer even move our lips to ask
or, if we do, old slogans drop from voices
that always have an answer and never find
a truth, just wriggling obfuscations and
something like the Marfa lights dancing
at the dark ends of ancient tunnels.
 
 

© by H. Palmer Hall
 


 
 

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