shuffle

we who ply streets late

into misplaced hours

of morning seeking soft
untended heat bleeding

carelessly from lonesome

storefront door frames and

broken mail door slots

                             

draw closer from cold

escape as shadows

passed on sidewalks

weaving to wander by

the lights of the street

crossing but never

chasing the dark 

forbade and forgotten

wearing passed out rags

living off borrowed

change and time

feeling less assured

to face each next day

without dreams between

-dp-

7-13-15