South Side, Two A.M.

A wind stirs the doorway sleeper
with a cold toe. The nursing mother
has put her child back to bed.
The waitress counts her tips.

The insomniac, uncompanioned,
hears a siren bark, sees the lights
of the hospital. Illuminated from within,
a Coke machine beckons in red and white,

hut on a mountain journey. Night
covers its shining badge.

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