Turning again
and again
towards the empty place
fails to bring it any closer
any faster
At the Bus Stop
Gather. Discover. Cultivate.
Gather. Discover. Cultivate.
Turning again
and again
towards the empty place
fails to bring it any closer
any faster
Shannon E. Williams 
Me gusto. Que verdad.
Tattooed City by
Charles Simic
I, who am only an incomprehensible
Bit of scribble
On some warehouse wall
Or some subway entrance.
Matchstick figure,
Heart pierced by arrow,
Scratch of a meter maid
On a parked hearse.
CRAZY CHARLIE in red spraypaint
Crowding for warmth
With other unknown divinities
In an underpass at night.
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I find that sometimes persistence is necessary even when progress seems slow.