So What?

For every single time I stumbled on loose sidewalk brickwork

I have allowed a so what? smile to cross my face

this is no roadmap

flat as the earth was all those years ago

this path is uneven

and littered with fragments of the lives of others

others who at one point may have walked down this same sidewalk

only to stumble on loose brickwork

so what?

and each parked car

that I may have kissed while backing up

has its own life

maybe the owner spends hours in discussion

*how the hell did I get that scratch?

well you are welcome -

so what?*

and just maybe

if you call that number

stenciled and fading in the weathered concrete beneath the bridge

you will have a good time

so what?

the homeless man I saw one morning

taking the cans out of my recycling bin

and putting them in a duffel bag

was once a ten year old boy

who did things that every ten year old boy does

so what?

and maybe every single dumb poem I pen

makes its way into the heart

of just one person

and maybe they just fly upwards

into the atmosphere

where they dissolve into wind

so what?

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