nothing comes in many forms

spacious and empty,
trash floats down the street
on the invisible nothingness
made only by God.

a man walks down the same
alley, admires the trash
he has a gun in his right pocket
covered by a large jacket, pockets vacant,
he found lying
on the side of the road,
where no one walks.

if pavement could get lonely,
the sidewalks of his town
would cry more than
the cumulonimbus figures above.

vacancy in all forms
in a single city,
a single street, in
a single vision

the only emptiness missing
is the absence of understanding.

...confused?