the dream becomes the quiet
is this the way with all men
thinking and all women who
in their youth thought to fight
for more - more schooling,
more love, more acceptance
i see everyone sleeping when
it's cold. these homeless as i
drive. i could stop and share
but to what end - tomorrow i
will see them not knowing what
makes them rest in the cold
their freedom; my obligation
at least it was - once when i
believed in the story of Godot and a lion's home
