The sign says “No Loitering”

But I don’t mind you soft strangers,
shuffling in mute,
meeting solace in the morning sun.

Its warmth on your shoulders
feels a little bit like love.

I know we’re always swimming in dirt and pretending we’re not.
I know no one has found that window of yours in this entire city.

All that will be alright. Come loiter by me, stranger—
you can keep your counsel
And find solace in the presence of travelers.