nope



no wind that might guide
no plastic bag alongside
no word that might beg
no last leg . . . i can’t quite stand on
no what ‘a, might’ a, quite ‘a, got left to be done
no “excuse me”, “forgive me”, “pardon me still”
nope
no chance
no measure ‘gainst
no story at the end
no way to forget
no way ‘round me yet
no one that binds
no left behinds
no, not a one
nope

Feb/08