myspace poem

let me move slowly through the street
with the sunset
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
i've won the race
it was a tall young oysterman
who is the runner in the skies
there were three in the meadow by the brook
let a joy keep you
though i am little as all little things
with her hair flaying wildly
you are clear
with joy and wonder
in your arms was still delight