Sue Neufarth Howard
	ROOSTING   Sue Neufarth Howard   Pink-orange dusk, bare, black, silhouetted branches, transformed in a flash, each limb bearing solid leaf-like form, full-leafed image of summer.   Reunited, warm, welcoming voices break out...after work party time, a thousand raconteurs crowing over country conquests, pandemonium of loquacity, dialogues superimposed.   Congregates rise up in a cloud, flying polka dots, dance in group, a rhythm pattern, returning to perch between sets, talk in strident, shrill notes, celebrating warm, exciting, winter city nights together.