I got a cloud over me, that’s
probably over you where
shadows join us as one.
There’s a pardon in the shade,
a fellowship bound like the
roots below my feet.
An offering of words, full of
vegetation, planted in the garden
between our ears.
I remain strengthened that
summer follows spring and
vacations set the menu,
mapped in the sense of
a common drive within us all.
Roger Singer 