Who knows,
How many pages
We have left
        In this world
How many words
We will read
Before the black
Font overtakes
The resplendent white

Who knows how long
        My lover will let me
Kiss her
        And after
        She has shuffled me
        Out the door
For someone who
        Drinks less
        And pays more
Will I
Find another
With lips
As soft

Who knows if the birds,
Pecking
And chirping
        At my feet
Will be there
In another 1 maybe 2
                 Minutes  

How long will you,
        Yes you, beautiful
Person dressed in what
From the corner of my mind
Looks only like sea foam
        How long will you
Sit there reading this
Before you wander off
        Toward what
I can only imagine to be
The rest of your enchanting life
        And if I can gather
        The courage
To offer a muddled hello
        Dare we meet in person

Who knows where all the people
                 In this park sleep
Or when the sax player will
                 Start up again
Or if my parents will live long enough
To see my children crawling tenderly
                Across the floor


All we know how to do is breathe

       Breathe
       And breathe
       And move ourselves
       Out of the shade
       Into the sun
When our hand grow cold