I feel naked

I have nowhere to hide

Standing on a street corner

Outside

Scribbling in the margins

Of The New York Times

writing my worthless poetry

 In sloppy scrawling lines

Outside

Walking on torn up pavement

Unstable ground

my sneakers glide

outside

Laying on the lawn

Throwing back my head

Using overgrown grass

As my bed

Outside

In a treehouse

Staring at the sky

Outside

And wondering why

Time moves so slow

Nowhere to go

Outside

On the front steps

Watching cars go past

Outside

Little gray cat

Rolling in the grass

Outside

As the rain falls

Slowly down on me

Outside

Glancing over

Towards my dying apple tree

Outside

With no purpose

Just waiting for day's end

Outside

Watching strangers

Walking hand in hand

Outside

Watching love

And wondering why

I'm always on my own

I'm always

Outside