I looked into a bag for words
\nto write. Empty.
\nI sat by the window looking for
\npeople to pass.
\nThe street was a wayfare of
\nsilent walls. Empty.
\nI looked to the sky for a weather
\nreport.
\nA blank blue. Empty.
\nThe paper had no news except
\nthe breathing of people,
\nthe sale of goods.
\nInvisible wind. Empty.
\nAnd for once in my life I longed
\nfor an earthquake, a storm,
\ncatastrophe, to stir things up,
\nto make empty go away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I looked into a bag for words to write. Empty. I sat by the window looking for people to pass. The street was a wayfare…<\/p>\n