He has legs that are taking him places
                                                          watch him go.
When you run things wobble and go
slow so you
                   barely go anywhere at all.
                   In a neighborhood unfamiliar
in a drought:
                  if you rolled on that grass it’d be
the same as a camel ride,
               Where ya headed? They say as he
       runs by already long gone
                                   and where ya headed?
       They say not standing outside the lawn
       not watering their grass
                                           dead
      with hose not empty.
                                       You say
I’m far from home,
                               this place is different.