She Moves

by Elizabeth Siegfried

She moves from cabin to cabin
Listening for stories
The pieces of old
Subtleties lost from pages of journals
A faded memory here
A frayed hat there.

A print of dogs playing cards 
A moon face over a door 
A thimble for a knob
She thinks
How clever they were.

The voices are still
Though not absent
Revenants remain 
The ghosts are there.