It's too hot
To sleep
Yet we long
For these days
Of discomfort 
When all we want 
Is to wallow and bask
To sit in the sun
Let the day 
Drip slowly by
Smile at the sky
Listen to the birds
Watch the busy people
Buzzing about their 
Days
Trapped in their little boxes
Running their little 
Machines 
Sweating out
Their busy-ness
And their business
As though it were
The most important thing
In the world
And usually 
They don't notice me
As I sit on
My park bench
In yesterday's clothes
Wrapped in yesterday's 
Stench 
Drinking from 
My paper bag
And tipping my 
Moth eaten hat 
To the world 
Some days the pitied
Become the envied
And that's the mirror
I carry in my pocket
To bring out
Occasionally
On days
And nights
Just 
Like 
These