The opera house was closed. I saw a lonely ghost through the trees swaying in the wind. A light, weak like the flashing fluorescent light on the ceiling of an abandoned building.

A girl catches birdsong. She cannot translate its words, but feels nostalgia for its melody. She is a clumsy diva, though.

Summer snow falls on the hills. Frozen rain dances silently along the riverbanks. Monsoon asks gently on the distant shore.

I hear you, 

Yes, I hear you.

Ghosts duet in the air.

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hiromi suzuki is a poet, fiction writer, artist living in Tokyo. Her writing has appeared in 3:AM Magazine, RIC journal, Berfrois, Minor Literature[s] and various literary journals on-line.