graduation poem

high walls and huge
when night drifts along the streets of the city
beneath my window in a city street
this is the song of youth
just as my fingers on these keys
a flying word from here and there
we lay
brief on a flying night
sun and wind and beat of sea
with the sunset
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
why do you always stand there shivering
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon