The Anvil

For a few moments

a shiver of cold

 tap-dances

across my chest

and thankful

the weight from

new street treasures

press down

on my homeless body.

Am I dreaming? No.

I gave a couple

smacks on the arm

 of that intruder-  

tried to grab

my bag as twilight

yawned its way

into evening bliss.

I yelled Mine!

I know

he believed me.