Roger Singer
Sometime Night
in the distance a passing train releases its name over a midnight village where a blinking yellow traffic light speaks to an empty road and gray streetlight shadows until morning, when breezes drift to a distant place, stirring laundry and flags Floating Backward heavy damp air presses down with an unseen hand ditches full from last nights rain we rest at fireside telling stories like water over smooth stones |
Dr. Singer is a Poet Laureate Emeritus of Connecticut, and past president of the Connecticut Shoreline Poetry Chapter, in association with the Connecticut Poetry Society. He has had over 1,500 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a 2017 Pushcart Prize Award Nominee.