Another Day on the Streets

He tips his head back and screams at the sunrise.

He stands
at the corner
and rages 
against the world.

He sways, 
and pleads
with the sun
to deliver
some relief.

Raging against the world.

He stops 
in the middle 
of the intersection,
arms spread wide
ready to receive.

He tips his head back
and screams 
into the sunrise,
building his case
for more than 
the warm rays
on his face.

He stacks 
his bike and bags
on the curb
ready to carry
him away
once his sermon is done,
once the sun
is fully up
and he's lost
the promising golden glow
of the wee morning hours.

Then,
he'll pedal off
into another day
on the streets.