Sandpaper songs
chisel her image into rough edges.
She is sharp to the fingers
and smooth to the skin;
dark pearls follow her steps..
She is an alligator
wrapped in ribbons;
gentle without meaning,
harsh with intention.
Her sound is muddy thick.
Dust storms jump from the caves
of her lungs.
She has no reason to be silent.
She will not lessen
the power she brings.
She feels the beat of all moving things.
The net within her eyes
captures it all.
Her star ascends
while the lights of mortals fade.
Roger Singer 