The view from above the roof

Robert J Fitz
1 min readJul 28, 2020

The roller ghost I had known the most,
Precipitated the rain.

Which fell away again,

Through great white castles
down through the shadows,
Breaking open the pain.

The Sun,
split a mile-long smile
across the plains.

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Robert J Fitz

Spoken word poetry and poetic considerations on public affairs. Maybe the odd story as well.