The newspaper drapes a lifeless shape over the arm of a couch, like fallen leaves of yesterday; past shadows of news and names. Lines of cars pass by below. The street yawns of morning. The aroma of coffee walks to the bedroom where last nights clothes lay asleep on the floor. The overhead piping creaks. … More I WISH
A cool dusting of air, softer than the breath of sleeping children brushed across my face. A day full of hands began preparing the rising into day, yawning yesterday off with muscles only partially rested. Simple opening sounds of doors and windows blink a message of people busily moving into morning.
We awake within a thin state of dreaming, half there and the other part opening up with a stretch. The song of city streets releases motion. An early overcast creates pale chalky grey shadows onto faces hurrying and stained sidewalks. A harmonica in apartment 2-B ripens by the minute. The sound works to blend a … More ANOTHER MORNING
Liberal portions of sun releases through an open window chasing out room shadows like thieves on the run. A light teasing wind stumbled into bushes, stirring leaves like loose sand sliding over paper. A cat sits looking out. Birds see him, calling out warnings. Flying quickly like passing storms. He watches with metronome eyes waiting … More 9 AM
Roger Singer 