T H E W A L K E R
There is nothing charismatic
about me.
I mean
I've walked through all
the alleys
in this town
indifferently
past garbage cans and
clotheslines
pissed
against backyard cottonwoods
at dinner time
and am no better
for it
in the way you think I might be
-- I walk
for my health
rejoice
in my feet
in the sour darkness
inside my shoes.