“Just Walking Around” [by John Ashbery]

Just Walking Around What name do I have for you? Certainly there is no name for you In the sense that the stars have names That somehow fit them. Just walking around, An object of curiosity to some, But you are too preoccupied By the secret smudge in the back of your soul To say much and wander arou…

Daphne Knouse

Source: “Just Walking Around” [by John Ashbery]