Do you see

These same things

That I see

Anymore

Simple as sure

No more words

Than three

To a line

Are needed

To describe

Something

So simple as sure

That I wonder

If you see

Anymore

Walking swiftly

You must have

Somewhere to be

Whither where

You might ask me

Don’t you see

Where I’m going

Pointing somewhere

Far away

I nod my head

And bow

To pick at the grass blades

Beneath my bare feet