Haunting
Beach towns
In the vacant
Autumn nights
I wonder if my
Footsteps make noise
My passage evaporates
With so much breeze
The chill
My leather jacket and scarf
Collude to make me
Invisible
I pad down the leaf-strewn sidewalks
Wondering if I’m actually
Touching the concrete
Or if I walk elevated across
A cushion of autumnal chill