birthday poetry

moonlight deep and tender
just as my fingers on these keys
do the boys and girls still go
come down at dawn from windless hills
since, if you stood by my side today
if the red slayer think he slays
i saw god. do you doubt it?
often i think of the beautiful town
there is no escape by the river
that year
high-born race
music i heard with you was more than music
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
with the meek, brown eyes