I Have Not Expectation At All.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have no expectations at all
not even from you, a friend, not even from you
lover,

it is the same way i open my self,
unbuttoning buttoning a shirt or zipping and zipping out
storage bags,

(how many are alive? no, it is the wrong question,
always, it is. how many are dead? injured? maimed? how many
are lost?

not how many are found, that is the way to keep records,
always for the dead,)

i do not expect you to wait, or read me, i am not a book
not your book, i am not your train station,

keep going, look at the window, see the passage of everything
trees, walls, houses, trucks, roads, yes even roads are passing
at us,

keep a watchful eye, look at the sky, today is the hottest,
at noon, do not expect to see stars....