Immigrants

Snap out of your inner ice caps
and walk through the door of urban flatness
through to a money-spinner in the inner
cities that will ripple outwards.
Run your hand over it. The surface
of bridal sheets, where a couple tucked in
for satisfaction, shaking
in the unheated room stacked
with suitcases, heaps of clothes,
empty beer bottles.
You have avoided being put on probation
for "loitering without intent,"
as you will leave again tonight for your pub job,
and he will be the hospital porter
calming the mentally insane.
Junk grows around you daily,
but your long-term project grows inside
helping you, one day, to escape.