are so tired that they
fall asleep
in public places.
at work, or school,
at their desk, leaning back
in their chair,
or head upon their folded arms,
taking a nap.
people on the bus, lost
in a dream, their faces
pressed against the window.
a woman on the subway,
unbothered by the jostling
of the car.
a child in a stroller.
there's a man lying
on a steam grate,
and another under
a tree with a book of poems
by walt whitman.
he'll be out for hours.
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