I suppose something
can be made of it,
all the contradictory motions
but I know not what
the signs and signals
all give opposite indications
of its intentions
the chaotic trail leads
in impossible directions,
as if the thing was not one,
but several
but I have laid eyes upon it
I am certain that
it is a single,
beautiful
thing
a comely, smiling ghost
scattering, as would ⠀
a flock of startled birds
a most mysterious
and majestic
creature she is
flummoxed
how does one pursue
an unpredictable sprite?
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
