inspired by robert creeley*

as I look out my
window, I see the
world and the people

who walk it—
the homeless, the fat,
the blue, and lost

each with toes and
*******, teeth, and ear hair
everyone hell bent

on finding something
but what they
don’t know is, that

there is nothing
to find,— just
a line

that we all wait
in, and why not
be okay with this?