Roger Singer
A brush of cars
Folded over
Blacktop
Past quiet faceless
Pedestrians
Under street lights
Where shadows
Long with arms and legs
Drape onto buildings
Then slide deep
Into alleys.
Voices muffled by
Distance
Rise into a
Black night
Heavy with sleepy air
On a city
Not yet awake
Stretching hard
Into dawn
Where beginning
Starts once more.
Dr. Roger Singer is a poet, chiropractor and Vietnam Veteran living in New York.