Songs overflow from doors
opening to the sidewalk
where.neon lights
baptize the weak, stirring the curiosity of
a night strung tight
while others pray in alleys
whispering their sins
under a celestial curtain as
stars cross behind the black
of space where not
a molecule is out of place
as cool air covers the tapestry
of the city and liberal
sounds drift to the street
drenching the people
from the day
and the day before.
previously published in Zylophone eZine
Roger Singer 