Untitled n’ stuff

[she is 

Mercurial.

Her whim moves with an alacrity.

It is 

Nebulous 

Like the air

In cotton candy-

It’s barely a whisper

Of an

Anything-

An Apparition, out 

Of thin air.

Thin

Thick

Heir 

To

The first chill of the winter.

Nebulous-

If you know what I mean?

Do you know what I 

Mean?