Say nothing (nothing to say)

There's the beggar
writing on scraps of paper and
sitting on the sidewalk
and the guy in all black in
the ritzy Jewish coffee shop
across the street
writing notes too
and they know the same things
as you and i
(since all forms are know, as old Dean said)

and naturally I thought then (who wouldn't?)
of the impossibility of
saying anything at all
and i thought:

from now on i'll say nothing

but the sunlight on Bloor's ragged concrete
and on the face of distant skyscrapers
was too much here
so i stopped
in front of the record store

and thought of some things i wanted
to remember to tell you
or the way the glowing sidewalk
reminded me of your skin

and it was just enough,
i thought, to say something
this one last time.