And She's SINGING!

Some people who see me from a distance
Conclude that I am in love
And other come to other conclusions.

An hour left until we close
and most of the errands done.
I organize Christmas chocolates,
singing to myself, as always.
I think I sang that song,
"Lovely are the spring flowers,
Even better are the girls in the spring,
Come out on the doorstep, o my heart,
Life will instantly seem a different thing."
My coworker with the same name
came down and sidled up to me
sliding her arm through mine
a rare intimacy that surprised me.
"Did you see that woman?" she whispers.
"She thought you were high."
I almost did not understand her sentence.
"She came up to me," she continued,
"And said, 'That girl there is high.
She smells of marijuana, and she's singing!!!"
I burst out laughing right there.
"I told her," she continued, "that you were definitely not high
But I am not sure she believed me."
I kept laughing to myself for the rest of the hour
(Which may have improved my singing).
I could have smelled only of Lurid:
Shocking, horrific, fierce, savage,
sensationalized, luminous and hazy:
black currant, Bulgarian lavender and white musk
with a dollop of thick resin
and a voltaic charge of ozone notes.
It is a cool and unusual scent I am fond of,
but I fail to smell any resemblance to marijuana
but I noticed no one come close enough to sniff me
so it may be that imagination
had run away with the woman where scent is concerned.
We've got lots of things that smell here:
bagels, chocolate, coffee, cheeses...
She could easily have been confused.