undertaking

careening across portland,
a light found me

he kneeled in cigarette butts
and held a sign

"No work.  No hope.  Help."

with 54 cents, i rolled down the window
but he took a buck from a bmw

good.  i figured

and then i remembered something.

the love i've felt
for friends, lovers, a job, a thing

was a choice.

was this love worth the work?

being in love is showing up to work
and there is hope in work.

i hope that helps.