The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON
Leaves arrange for night, the aroma of dark green stays close to the branches crickets capture a cruel cadence velvet breezes close the roses and day lilies reed tops lightly rustle a sandpaper hymn fireflies light a path to the nearest screen door flashing creative energy everything is painted with … More A GENTLE END
A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES
Roger Singer 