Rooftop Concerto
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)
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