--It's been too late for long-- Just in the dark looking at a clear sky finding a spot where stars don't twinkle. But the sound of interstellar gas is almost understood through tired roaring ears. Down the quiet seeming path under road where the forgotten hide during long winter nights hoping to make it until dawn. Toes and fingers numb breath sticking to lips and strangely eyebrows where icicles hang adding dragging weight making it hard to hold open eyes. Shivering in worn clothes holding yesterday's newspaper stuffed down legs and arms around back and chest for holding a little bit of warm in. May be making it until day. Half dreaming of warm coffee and a stiff chair in corner of cafe where one will be ignored until warm enough to move without the pain from nightly cold. Rub hands starting to numb with thoughts of warm coffee to sustain over late hours of night where mostly quiet, and the sounds of distant Freeway are ones companions keeping harmony with cracking sounds of thickening ice. Sitting in back corner under bridge where won't been noticed much on piece of dirty concrete not too damp using knapsack to hold head up. With lateness and blood shot eyes exhaustion will win out for an hour or two letting me sleep fitfully for a while with nightmares of frozen warmth. To jerk awake shaking wondering where you are feeling tingling in fingers toes long since numb at least they don't hurt. Waiting for predawn light the walking limping and pain will remind that life is. Already scrapped enough money together for a couple of cups of coffee and a order of toast with lots of jam or jelly and butter oozing off. That'll keep one going for hours and hours before the hard chore of finding a day job that gives enough for a meal a shower and with luck enough left over to pick up worn socks worn slacks and an old tattered sweater at a thrift store is all one will ask of today. By: David E. Howerton [12/21/2005]
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