A walk

I went for a walk dressed only in loveboots and tabloid memories.

I went for a walk across this country of mine, stopping where I bloomed.

I went for a walk through airport colors, the worn path of old shaking

Retraced the steps of the phone calls: two doctors, long holds: your mother.

I went for a walk across the azaleas, proud loud visitors

I walked. I walked through the stories that growl and purr. I danced it with you.

I am walking straight through right and wrong, clear across the grief and delight

I walked through the night, pirouetting on the clear driving emptiness

I went for a walk when I had no legs. I had no clothes. No reason.

I went for a walk across this country of mine. I have no country.