O Sleepers

O Sleepers

What beauty lurks, loosed
in the face of the sleepers

holed up on Elliot and Pine,
all but invisible

draped in denim and plastic
laid out on their sides

as we all do,
as I will tonight:

one leg gently bent
nestled on top of the other

curled in on themselves
sheltering in the doorway

of their dreams

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