Nothing to it
When there’s nowhere to go
and nothing to do
I go there
and do
that.
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.
Mostly.
(c) David L White
4.12.24
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