Sun 10:41 PM Haiku

Something beautiful
I watch it from a distance
Love makes us so strong
Glass shards on the street
To cut the soles of my shoes
Neon sign flickers
The last survivor
On the concrete corner, cracked
Dandelion bloom
Newspapers stuffed clothes
Spare her most the cold
Lying on a bench
Brush stroke clouds on blue
Splendidly powdered colors
His concrete canvas
A playful rattle
Smiling with only one tooth
I throw him a coin
On a pedestal
The oracle foretells doom
Speak it, preacher man
Street lights in the sky
Where do the underdogs go?
Goodnight, I wonder…