From “Handkerchief”

Handkerchiefs, ties, an old man
on the street selling loose
freshly roasted nuts

from a bright blue cart.
Is there anything
lovelier?

I know—now—
it is only a matter
of days (if I am lucky)

until I, too, stand somewhere hoping
another human will stop
and find what I’m offering interesting.

This is drawn from “Archive of Desire.”