A subtle word resembles
a glance of thought, slipping
past like sweet breath of liqueur.
Resting back, a Roman blue sky
fills the bowl above, averting the eyes
from gravity, admiring the
wide color.
If rumors develop,
they are deposited in a
glass jar of gossip where they
ferment,
unless deadly spoken sins
are drowned in prevailing
truths.
Wind within sails strengthens
the direction of the right decision
before the wrong path or lie is
chosen.
Roger Singer 