Lamp Post Hotel

Staring up from my park bench
Spartan newspaper blanket adequate
You flutter beneath lamp post warmth
And I envy
Oh how I envy

When at midnight
Like other nights
Lamp power shuts off
You drop to my chest

My eyes follow as you adjust
My night moth visitation
If only to shiver
Beneath my cupped hand

Our hearts pulsate together
Our insignificance
Still a sign of greatness
Our lives triumphant
Against a world’s cruelty

No blind chance this
Me of tears
Like Pagliacci
You of powdered face
Like a street mime
Sleeping clowns we
Welcoming the night’s carnival of dreams