Roger Singer

Cannonades of sound

spilled out

announcing the

coming and going

of time

the salt of

thoughts

watered with oceans

persistent waves

like gladiators

of foaming armies

spreading wide

the release of

tossing sand

and rocks

seeking

a new level

unasked for

until lifted by

or rolled out

to calmer

decorated ergs

waiting to be

tugged and

pulled at again.