Song For Non-lovers

It’s a beautiful thing to realize you’re not in love.
You, Miles Davis, blow those lines into my night,
Send my love across the thousand horizons of this earth.
I care, I do, but I love not you.
If I could wander I’d meet every fellow human here
And play them this record, and eat dinner after.
Monoliths dot the history of this land;
Underneath are the dives where futures are bandied
Like so many pit bulls on leashes.
Faithfully I’ll walk, though I don’t know where,
Unrestrained by love I thought was mine,
Ever alert and coveting the air.