horizons of sound

there is an arch

of burnished bricks made

surrounding voices inside sanctuary

insulated from outside November cold

this wintry night made warm by this abendlied

arching arcing this space binding bonding

us into one burnished  body buoyed

by crescendo into final cadence
of well-rounded life

a Roger afternoon

WHAT?

WHY?

big eyes               body pointing

and we walk to the park

little runners rustling leaves beside sidewalk

a little afraid of school buzzer

why does it?

because it tells the children that school is over

and we play

and play

and play

slides and climbers and cars and trucks

and rocks and house and fire engines

and blocks and piano keys and songs

because playing is the best thing we all do

even while buzzers blare

WHAT?

WHY?