anniversary poem

and how could you dream of meeting
in new york harbor
a pen of steel
when i was a boy at college
with lips blood red and heart of stone
sweet and strong
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
babylon-where i go dreaming
she heard the children playing in the sun
shades of night were falling fast