street lights laughing
street lights passing
hooking the contents of a baked
beans can
with our fingers
grubby
Scavengers
like vultures
heads bald, pink, and splotched
winter months we clamber
inside pockets
and rest on shoulder shelves
it's when the sun dips down
we yawn through exhaustion
put away old vices
and sleep
just sleep
like weary vagabonds
jumping the night trains
for a span of
uninterrupted shadows