Two Poems By Roger Singer


Second Floor


A guitar 

with a sad sound

creates a shadow

with a soul

a spirit song

blending within 

the air

in a room on 

the second floor 

overlooking traffic

where the usual 

stick figures

battle below 

within the 

stream of 

unremembered

faces

lacking interest

yet

directing themselves

forward

to the store

or the corner

some returning 

others are nevermore

to pass under 

the second floor

window

and the guitar



 He Was Here


And then…

he was gone


he took with him

his voice

and crooked smile