Today's poem is for anyone who has ever wished to spend more time up high on a roof--especially in the dark.
Roof Top
The roof, the roof!
Over above us evening the clouds--
a platform for diving into the sky
into the radiant gloom of the moon
we climb and we rise
from the tarry bloom
on the roof--
a table for dining out on the night
out on the towering stoop of the world
and the milk winds
swoon
in our dizzy hair
on the roof--
a bandstand for jiving under the heights
under the music of furious blue
we spin and we
sparkle
too close to the
edge
on the roof!
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