Surface Of Another Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sending many periods of entire manners today, spreading
life along streets, down along festivities left on the
pavement of a desert city.

Knowing perfect rhythms as they fall onto the surface of
another life somewhere on the other side of heaven.

Holding peaceful avenues as they travel on their own down
aisles, forming many shapes, being pulled into the screens
of time, already taking us in circles of rectangles,
leaving us alone.