I Have Laid Upon the Rooftop

And looked at the stars and talked of God and girls

and listened to the trucks out on the highway,

there is so much to see, so much to say

and hear and the coldness of the air against

the warm black shingles and me in between,

for I have laid upon the rooftop

and it has been a long, long time.

The silence and the noise, the darkness

and the stars, shooting and otherwise,

 I have laid upon the rooftop, and it was good.