A message in the clouds
hovering
over a backroad.
A broken thread releases a
gallon of dreams where
night birds run unchecked
on country roads.
The unspoken order of fragile
pledges prompts secret
trespasser’s away from
downtown fortresses
for the unknown, the
chance of speed,
with a splash of hope and
promises broken;
there’s no end to the
road.
Roger Singer 