A guitar
with a sad sound
creates a shadow
with a soul
a spirit song
blending within
the air
in a room on
the second floor
overlooking traffic
where the usual
stick figures
battle below
within the
stream of
unremembered
faces
lacking interest
yet
directing themselves
forward
to the store
or the corner
some returning
others are nevermore
to pass under
the second floor
window
and the guitar
Roger Singer 