bum rap

[thewisesneeze]

shouts on city streets
awakening bitter cold
no sleep to be found

what joy, a sunrise!
what grace, to see each day full
sharpened by hunger.

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hunger's bitter ache
sharpens smell and taste, beauty!
breaking dawn, so clear!

I've walked long, from where?
nowhere but here. now, always.
this freedom, this joy.