the books
gather dust
as the poets
and philosophers
roam the streets
confused
and
wondering

still
the clouds continue
across the sky
an ant crawls
across an acorn
as wealthy men
hit golf balls
into the Pacific Ocean
from their clean
green lawns

the shortest
distance
between two
people

is the line
connecting
you
in our
bed

and me
on this
couch

— justin.barrett