a high sun spreading wide like fire within winds baking flat sand lizard tracks and parts of white animal bones the after life in the belly of a scavenger who is always searching for the unexpected or weak waiting impatiently, always hungry
darkness covers the linen of skin, folding over with day lost, the sky closes out the feel of sun warm breezes surrender to shadows replacing colors with a flat gray like layers of curtains, the first call of night leaning into stillness
Discovery of voice A print of oneself Black and white photos The shape of us Multiple shades and shadows Memory reflections Voices in the wall Reappearing seasons Reality to fiction Mirrors mark time Searching for the edge Discovering the unexpected One more length to go Prayers answered The other side
mercurial breezes stirred the ponds surface creating a water print with soft twisting sounds of irregular disruption forming ripples without direction soon breaking apart returning the surface to smooth glass, reflecting late afternoon clouds
it was a gray tunnel there was a man wearing an overcoat and hat his back toward me walking quickly away, weaving to the sides, heavy steps raising dust from a crimson road he was joined by a white bird, its wings covering the man his image lost as the creature … More FLEETING IMAGE
dragging the hand through freshly tilled soil stirs silent spirits to life, encouraging a closeness a purpose of being as the hand passes through previous millennial seasons each with a message of endurance and promise, impartial to flowers or weeds for this year or next
past the breath of consciousness and common sense past the counter and the yellow line they stand comparing watches, sunglasses and hats, posing, checking the curves at the mirror for show, and what shouldn’t, voicing opinions to the beat of groans and moans, becoming bored they file out laughing at nothing
cloud swells, mist like gauze floating, shades of unknown grays, long weather in a disturbed sky obstructs the horizon birds angle a quick path, people long step to shelter in the air becomes a quiet numbness the evidence of change begins, with a single drop of rain
before evening there’s an afternoon asleep a recipe of gathering, irresponsibility street corners the city breathes then exhales a boxcar moaning steel old faces disturbed that youth is wasted as age burns the fire out then points to the past laughing infrequently wondering what’s left digging into empty pockets going … More THAT WAY
our car lights cut a shinning path over a dark surface as we pass below boughs of great trees I lean out the window watching leaves twist as we hurry past stars blink on a dark infinity sky warm air rushes through my hair, my eyes blink with excitement our street … More OUR DUSTY ROAD
Roger Singer 