A gauze of filtered light set the pattern
of a checkered sun streaming across the table.
An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room,
circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor
where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs.
A brief summer steals the warmth of August days
with a strong hand as cool evening currents prevail
while leaves turn lightly like whispers.
A star carpet of diamonds slips overhead. A black background
of infinity lays bold and without equal in the northern sky.
Roger Singer 