I am walking the sidewalks by night
in the streets cars pass
under street lamps I get down on my knees
I hunt, I crawl, I look
then I get up and walk some more
cars pass, some of them blare their radios
some of them shout their drivers’ hate
some of them I imagine
carry lovers to some fate
boring is a fate, I’m told
I am searching
sometimes when I think it safe
I crawl along the gutter
scooping out the debris
spreading it
hunting, looking
I also search the little gutterlets
around well-tended lawns
I get my fingers dirty and wipe them on my pants
sometimes at a gas station they let me wash
mostly they tell me to go away
I am searching I am searching
I wonder if I should abandon
these suburbs where dogs bark
maybe downtown I could search without
no, I remember, there the cops get huffy
safer to search out here
perhaps, perhaps I could search out of town
there is so much more out of town than in
maybe it is more quiet
maybe no cars hunt or prowl
maybe I could remember
for what I am searching
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