wet pavement rain
washes city dust
polishing the rust with
heavens night showers
shining sidewalks
beneath an
all night diners
neon’s
ruffled muted images
drip past the
front door
into refuge
where sinners have no
regrets
as they speak of
never enough time
while exchanging ideas
of washed over
without washed out
finally agreeing
there are no
soft shades of
black
Roger Singer 