I KNOW


I know
that it is
not enough,

but I'm afraid
that it
will have to do.

Sometimes
it's a glass
of wine.

Sometimes
it's a cigarette,
and sometimes
it's a glass
of water too.

Sometimes
it's something new.
Sometimes
it's something old,

but this time
it's just
this little band
of homeless words

huddled here
against
the cold.