Saturday, April 13, 2024

Nothing to it


Nothing to it

When there’s nowhere to go

and nothing to do 

I go there 

and do 


No promise but proximity.

No direction but desire. 

Nothing to it.

April 12th Hobo Anthem since ever when 1973, or 2, who knows? 

There were hobos stirring soup in the Kettle of Creation.

Fish stories.


(c) David L White


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