Wandering is a bad word.
Searching too.
Walking
is under appreciated.
You've seen me before
at odd hours, know it or
up to nothing in particular.
The man inside the hat, rain or shine.
Say hello. Strike
conversation.
We've places to be and things to new,
not really. That is a beautiful umbrella.
Her bag was full,
but did not break despite corners and weights,
measures of. Big plans. He tripped
on the iron caps of gasoline tank feed caps and
hex
bolts on his way toward
overdrawn ATM slips.
I've not got a light tonight. Sorry, hon'.
You've caught me in the middle of an operation.
Bad timing, but I will apologize last and
tip my imaginary hat
with real fingers and whistle out
the last lines of the song your heart sang
out of respect before I walk into the rain.
The meeting, that one, was nice.
All the best to you
or something like that.
