the far away man
loves his life in a van
hasn’t noticed
the world is his focus
unconcerned,
employments uncertain
but the folk he met here
last year seem honest
he’s got a spot deep in the forest
it’s his
not on paper
but the campers know
around August he’ll show
and you better be out
cos it’s his
and he isn’t lonely
mostly
never left nothing and
towards nothing he’s going
i know him
he hides in the eyes of
the pinned butterflies
in carlton
at the museum
there’s thousands of them