Spring has come,

And girls have traded coats

For pink tops and open-toed shoes,

And I’m still wearing burnt orange,

Long sleeves and boots,

And everyone else may forget about you,

But not me, I’m haunted

By your alluring kelpie.

It is in style these days to appear 

As though one is talking to oneself.

Bluetooth apperati allow for this,

So I can get away with that,

But what will people on the street 

Think when they see me air-kiss

The beautiful ghost that they can’t see.

I’m going to make the most of this,

This haunting in broad daylight,

This spectral sight of spectacle

That is visibly me, and invisibly you,

Stuck in autumn, in love,

On this sunny afternoon.

-jenn