I thought I saw the ghost that lives on 28th street yesterday.
The white curtains shuddered in the front window of the house
whose only friend is the pink tricycle that sits near the fence that used to be blue.
There might have been a shadow that waved hello as I passed
and I might have smiled back once the curtains stood still.
The empty Cheeto’s bag that lays in the overcut grass has convinced me
that the ghost that lives on 28th street has great taste in snacks.
Katie Himes is currently pursuing a BA in Community Psychology and Spanish at DePaul University. A lover of poetry and cheeseburgers, she strives to turn the seemingly mundane into something worth reading. At heart, Katie is a storyteller. She lives in Chicago, Illinois. You can find her on Instagram at @thethings_unsaid
