Cartesian Existence
(walker)
street shoes.
why wait?
happy to find myself on this corner.
up the street
from your right
open umbrella in my hand
grey clouds are good
for walking
and you're good
for walking to.
something brings
resolve in talk
unexpected unimportant
leaning against the brick.
those last words
floating into the air
softly dissolving as telling thoughts.
go find something
go write a play
from relief at a conversation
time doesnt always click
words dont always stick
the empty hours with their gray clouds
are good for walking.
that feeling of nothing to do,
its good for walking to. 
