rooftop concerto

Written by: Pastor Isaac

were that i could speak again
the thoughts frozen in my head
the sun rarely burns me now
and the moon a haughty stranger
lifting its one eyebrow at me.

i stir uneasy in the concrete bowels
where skitters my fears
in halloween masks.

i think i'll yowl with the cats
on the roofdeck

(5 feb 79)