BEFORE PASSING THE NIGHT

I read your lips

So he can hear aloud

I see you who stand at the stop

Not knowing where to go

With your stick and only flipflop

He has already seen you

Whereas I have just noticed you

You will walk and walk

Only for a single sale

The hand that went into the bag

Will not come back again

The pocket is full

But hands will not go into them

O flat soles of shoes

Worn out and sloped to a side

It has rained this evening

Cars hardly pass and yet at the stop

I see you who stand without a pullover

There will you pass the night?