SO THERE'S THIS DRUNK,

see, crawling around
underneath a lamppost -- you all know the punchline:
``Because the light is so much better here!'' Blackout.

       But: if he keeps searching
       in the light, on his knees,
something might turn up, something
of even greater interest than his keys.

       But: if, down the street, in dark
       too thick to tell two cats apart,
he finds keys and cannot see whose keys they are,
he might open who knows what unexpected door.