By: Roger G. Singer

THE OUTSIZE OF LIFE

walking
in the skin
of day,
under the flight
of a summer sun

shoes covered with
a solemn dust
while searching
for a balance
between lands

knowing somewhere
in the shape
of a city or town
traffic is moving

as a crossing shadow
stirs thoughts,

but alas,

there are no longer
journeys in me,
to challenge new
roads

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THREADS THAT CONNECT

late,
very late,
in a small
village with
one street light
I softly pass
darkened stores
a post office
and picket fences

dogs and cats
rest warm and
safe inside,

a flag curls
close to a
metal pole

above,
a breath of
clouds and
a half moon

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BROKEN HEART

she dances
on the porch
alone,
a single light
touching
graceful arms,
like delicate
ribbons
brushing the air,
searching the space
above
as she glides
over floorboards
of shadows past,

the union of,
but now just one,

gliding turns,
twirling with flow
a cotton dress,
like the earth
weeping time,
unable to
stop