Anonymity

looking at spaces left on doorsteps
or crumpled sheets, tiretracks,
everywhere breath goes in single step
there you will find more of this empty
more lines left unuttered more celestial
singing gone feverish like choking
on grass or grassroots i’m not sure
i don’t know which way left goes
or where to find this lost world
but when you look at these spaces
and look really hard you will
find me there.