No One Is There Poem by Patti Masterman

Walking along the odd named streets
No one is there, no one is there
Pigeons bow politely on little feet
Clouds rest above the rising heat
And no one is there, no one is there

What I'm looking for is found no where
No one is there, no one is there
Favored journeys once packed with care
Marks on the map just add to the wear
And no one is there, no one is there

If ever I saw your face at my door
I'd cancel my debts and never feel poor
But clocks are ticking and trains are leaving
Maps worn out with dues I've been paying
Still no one is there, no one is there.