San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

Marvin Louis Dorsey
LEARNING TO SING

Sitting somberly sober

Under a monsoonal
high desert sky
wishing that the past
wasn't so easy to see
Some things are just not meant to be 
A silhouette
Regrets of her broken heart
A Friday afternoon
Drunk stars
A  stolen car
How far can you run from the wind
What comes closer then skin
I'm looking out a window
A turtle takes bites from ahead of lettuce
Making me wonder
What would the world be
If people didn't learn how to sing