There’s an area within for
safekeeping. A galaxy of swirling
words with orderly presence. It’s a
corner where a full moon enlightens
the darkness of emotional highways,
hiding us safely.
A disconnect prevents the unpredictable
from overtaking expressions; there are
no complaints when we hear only
our voice.
Every opening song is a reminder of
Summer and the aromas of fresh
cut grass, oil and vinegar on salads,
Lemons and lilacs.
Summer was everywhere.
Roger Singer 