Disappearing

i wonder if you could actually disappear
into a city as small as albuquerque.

i wonder who would come looking,
the blind people who want to find you
or the seeing people,

the hundreds of thousands of people
with their eyes open,
eyes looking in every direction,
except yours?

where do the homeless go
when you look the other direction?

do you remember the tuft of grass
pushing itself through a crack in the sidewalk


on vale between the irish coffee house
and the outpost performance space?

that would be the place that would welcome me,
at least for a small part of the afternoon.