when you don't want to emerge from the warmth

when you don't want to emerge from

the warmth you have hoarded when

it's winter and you don't

have time for the usual

and you don't have time

to shoot the couple

playing with their little dog

fenced in gorgeous sun-

light hurries you up

the empty street wondering

why am i the only one

and almost miss the abandoned

cardboard sign on the grass says

help

i'm homeless

and forty
help

and you don't have time to be

pierced like that

when it's morning,

when it's winter,

and you don't want to emerge from

the warmth you have hoarded.