No Place To Go

The words
stand for something
or against —
they stand unconscionably
like roads and fences
fading as attention
shifts, and we miss
how branches
twain and green grass
dies

us wondering
What stops us from
walking through the gates
of empty
homes — shout
listen —
see how long
we will wait
for ghosts

and find pleasure in the exercise
all for what wasn’t there —
all stuck between times
between seekers and walkers

we’ll move on then
to roads and fences and
sidewalks

considering the lilies
and how they've grown.