Roger Singer

top pocket dreams,close to the heart,

paper drop tears

on unsent love letters

as I

look up

from beneath

at the crossroads

of life,

wondering from

below

the moving parts above,

in the shape of

shadows and

whispers,

while  

rose pedals

and magnolias

drip onto

my shoulders

with unexpected

mercy,

placing me within

the dimension

of a great

story