Roger Singer

The wind was

the change

 

granite against paper

 

shadows unfrozen

running from a

forbidden sleep

 

the faithful pray

the fastest get to

safety first

 

rational thoughts

create sweat

and pull out the

tears

 

the bones of trees

rattle xylophone’s

into jealousy

 

shoes

and those without

step rightly with

concern

 

the moon disappears

behind blackness

 

gravity is washed out

of the upside down