No Book

Blue, Red, and Black Abstract Painting, by Steve Johnson

Inexorable flows
this tangle of my life
leaving pieces on the street
if not all
Done is the day
with what is not there
what is in the way
and what warms the heart
early the evening comes
If there is a fate
it’s a thousand written pages
loved
too much
or messed up
unaware
but no books.