White Poem
Mike Andrelczyk
empty boxes
blowing around in the windy street
like old white-haired men
the empty bus
stops beside the empty bench
anyway
a piece of paper
dressed for Wimbledon
is an empty poem
there’s a soccer club
called Crystal Palace
anyway
I close my eyes
to make my mind empty
the snow turns to rain
Mike Andrelczyk is the author of “Tennis Leg” and four other poetry books.