Surreal Photography by Platon Yurich

I saw a whistling ghost at dusk.
A small whirl of leaves sucked up behind him.
A ladder slung over his shoulder,
A lamp in his hand
And the glow of light after light
Hung in his wake.

I pressed my face against the pane at dawn.
But all I saw were the lights
Go out, one by one.

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