i like empty spaces because
they swell within the realm
of possibility
i think
that is why i like the desert so much
feel
kind of fuller there
like anything is possible
and yet so calm
i love the empty streets
just after a rain has come
or when you walk home real late
and it is like everyone
evaporated
i love my empty bed
just after the sheets are washed
because it is so cold
and so warm with memory
a kind of show-down
between dream
and something other than
reality
