From the feather edge
of thoughts, stewards like
marching memories stand
red brick building firm.
I see the common space between
here and there; a sliver of
everything important.
I sense the layers removed.
There is persuasion when the untold
surfaces of common
spaces, rehabilitate gray skies
into the summer of youth
Breezes find space through
rose bound fences,
creating the sound of
violins and cellos
merging into the masterpiece of
today.
